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I hear the train a comin' <br />it's rollin' 'round the bend, <br />and i ain't seen the sunshine, <br />since, i don't know when, <br />i'm stuck in folsom prison, <br />and time keeps draggin' on, <br />but that train keeps a-rollin', <br />on down to san antone. <br />When i was just a baby, <br />my mama told me, "son, <br />always be a good boy, <br />don't ever play with guns," <br />but i shot a man in reno, <br />just to watch him die, <br />when i hear that whistle blowin', <br />i hang my head and cry. <br />I bet there's rich folks eatin', <br />in a fancy dining car, <br />they're probably drinkin' coffee, <br />and smokin' big cigars, <br />but i know i had it comin', <br />i know i can't be free, <br />but those people keep a-movin', <br />and that's what tortures me. <br />Well, if they freed me from this prison, <br />if that railroad train was mine, <br />i bet i'd move out over a little, <br />farther down the line, <br />far from folsom prison, <br />that's where i want to stay, <br />and i'd let that lonesome whistle, <br />blow my blues away.
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I hear the train a comin' <br />it's rollin' 'round the bend, <br />and i ain't seen the sunshine, <br />since, i don't know when, <br />i'm stuck in folsom prison, <br />and time keeps draggin' on, <br />but that train keeps a-rollin', <br />on down to san antone. <br />When i was just a baby, <br />my mama told me, "son, <br />always be a good boy, <br />don't ever play with guns," <br />but i shot a man in reno, <br />just to watch him die, <br />when i hear that whistle blowin', <br />i hang my head and cry. <br />I bet there's rich folks eatin', <br />in a fancy dining car, <br />they're probably drinkin' coffee, <br />and smokin' big cigars, <br />but i know i had it comin', <br />i know i can't be free, <br />but those people keep a-movin', <br />and that's what tortures me. <br />Well, if they freed me from this prison, <br />if that railroad train was mine, <br />i bet i'd move out over a little, <br />farther down the line, <br />far from folsom prison, <br />that's where i want to stay, <br />and i'd let that lonesome whistle, <br />blow my blues away.
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