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Thunder Cash '69,
Cody Parks and Dirty South
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Oh, God
Well, I hear that train a-comin', it's rollin' '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 draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
You always be a good boy, don't you ever fuck with guns"
But I shot a man in Muldrow, just to watch him die (die, die, die)
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
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I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably smokin' reefer and drinkin' PBR
Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free (can't, can't, can't)
But those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me
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Well, if they freed me from this prison, and 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 wanna stay (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
And I'd let that lonesome whistle, blow my blues away
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Living fast and dying young like an endless poetry
My motor-psycho nightmare freak out inside of me
My sole salvation, liberation on the drive
The power of the blaster, move me faster
1969
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