i hear the train a comin it s rolling round the bend well i ain t seen the sunshine since i don t know when but i m stuck in folsom prison and time keeps draggin on but i hear the train a rollin on down to san anton when i was just a baby my mama told me son always be a good boy and don t ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die and i hear the whistle blowing i my head and cry i bet there s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car they re probably drinkin whiskey 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 and if they d free me from this prison if that railroad train were mine i bet i d move a little on a little farther down the line far from folsom prison that s where i want to be and i d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away 
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