I hear the train coming it's rolling round the bend
But 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 rolling on down to San Antone ...
When I was just a baby my mama told me :"Gal !
Always be a good one, 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're rich folks eating on 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 moving, 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 ...
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