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I hear the train a comin' |
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It's rolling round the bend |
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And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, |
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I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on |
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But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton.. |
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When I was just a baby my mama told me, son |
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Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns. |
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But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die |
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When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry.. |
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I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car |
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They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. |
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Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free |
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But those people keep a movin' |
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And that's what tortures me... |
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Well if they'd free me from this prison, |
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If that railroad train was mine |
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I bet I'd move it all a little further down the line |
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Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay |
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And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away |
