Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah
 C'mon
 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
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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 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
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 I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
 They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
 But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
 But people keep a-movin'
 And that's what tortures me
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 Yeah
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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, yeah
 Far from Folsom prison,
 that's where I want to stay (what I want to say)
 And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away (blues away)
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 Who, who
 Yeah, get over here
 Yeah, ah
 Whoh, whoh
 Aw