I hear that train a-comin'
Rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
Time keeps draggin' on
But that train just 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
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
From a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking 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'd paid I want that all
On little farther down the line
(Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I long to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow out my blues away)x 2
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