Folsom Prison Blues - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - December 1969

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"
 But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
 When I hear that whistle blowin', 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 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 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