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I hear the train a comin'

 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 draggin' on

 But that train keeps a rollin' 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 whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..

 I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

 They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.

 Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

 But those people keep a movin'

 And that's what tortures me...

 Well if they freed 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.....