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I hear the train a comin', it's rollin' 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 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 blowin' I hang my head and cry

[Solo]

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me

[Solo]

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