Folsome Prison Blues

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I hear the train a commin, it's rollin around the bend,

And i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when,
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I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on,
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But that train keeps a rollin on down to San Antone.

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When i was just a baby, my mama told me son, always
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Be a good boy, don't ever play with guns, but i shot
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A man in Reno, just to watch him die, when i hear that
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Whistle blowin i hang my head and cry.

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I bet there's rich folks eaten, in a fancy dinin car,

There probly drinkin coffee, and smokin big sigars,
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But i know i had it comin, i know i can't be free,
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But those people keep a movin, and that's what
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Tortures me.
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Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad

Was mine, i bet i'd move it all a little farther down
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The line, far from folsom prison, that's where i want to
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Stay, and i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues
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Away