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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"

Well I shot a man in Reno .. just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing .. I hang my head and cry

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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

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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