I hear the train a comin’
it’s rolling round the bend
and 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 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 eating in a fancy dining car
they’re probably drinkin’ 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 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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