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I hear the train a-comin' It's rollin' around 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 I bet there's rich folks eatin' From a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee And smoking big cigars Well I know I had it coming I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin' And that's what tortures me 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