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| I hear the train a-coming, 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 at Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' | on |
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| But that | train keeps a-rollin' on down to San A | ntone |
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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 e | ver play with guns.' |
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| But I | shot a man in Reno, just to watch him di | e |
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| 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 |
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| They're probably drinking coffee and s | moking big cigars |
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| But I | know I had it coming, I know I can't be | free |
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| But tho | se people keep a moving, and that's what | tortures me |
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| Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine |
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| I bet I'd move it on a little farther d | own the line |
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| Far fr | om Folsom Prison, that's where I want to | stay |
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| And I'd | let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away |