Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a comin'
 It's rollin' '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
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 But that train keeps a rollin'
 On down to San Antone
 When I was just a baby
 My momma 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
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 When I hear that whistle blowin'
 I hang my head and cry
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 I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
 They're probably drinkin' coffee
 And smokin' big cigars
 Well I know I had it comin'
 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'd 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
 Lull my blues away