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Folsom Prison Blues
Sawyer Hill
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I hear the train a-coming, and it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling on 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 whistleblowing, I hang my head and cry
Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well, I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep on moving, and that's what tortures me (woo!)
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Well, if they free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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