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I hear the train a comin’ It’s rollin’ 'round the bend I ain’t seen the sunshine Since I don’t know when Well, I’m stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin’ on But I see a train a movin’ On down to San Antone Bet there’s rich folks eatin’ In some fancy dining car Probably drinkin’ coffee And smokin’ big cigars Well, I know, I had it comin’ I know, I can’t be free But them people keep on movin’ And that’s what tortures me 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 Every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and I cry If they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Bet I’d move it on a Little bit farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That’s where I long to stay And I’d let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away