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Oh, i hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend
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-rolling on down to san an-tone

Well, when i was just a baby, my mama told me, "hon,
Always be a good girl, don't ever mess 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

Well, i bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars
But i know i had it coming, i know i can't be free
But them people keep a-moving and that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if this railroad car was mine
I know i'd move it on just a little farther down the line
So far from folsom prison, that's where i want to stay
And i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

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