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 
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time keeps draggin on,
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But that train keeps a rollin on 
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down to San Antone.

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When i was just a baby, my mama told
 me son, always
Be a good boy, don't ever play with 
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guns, but i shot
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A man in Reno, just to watch him 
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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
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 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