Folsom Prison Blues
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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' down the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin'
Down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
My mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and I cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
From a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But those people keep on movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move on over
A little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'll let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away