| Yeah come on
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| I hear the train a comin', it’s rolling 'round the bend
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| And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
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| 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
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| When I was just a baby my mama told me
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| Son always be a good boy, don’t ever play with gun
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| But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
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| (so I watch him die)
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| When I hear that lonesome whistle, I hang my head and cry
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| (hang down your head Antonio)
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| There’s probably rich folks eating from a big, old dining car
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| They’re probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
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| But I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
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| (No I can’t be free)
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| But damn people keep a-movin'
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| And that’s what tortures me
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| Yeah
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| Well if they freed me from this prison
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| If that railroad train was mine
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| I bet that I’d move a little fellow down the line
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| Yeah Far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
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| (I would want to stay)
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| And then I’d let that lonesome whistle baby blow my blues away
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| (blow my blues away)
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| Ooh ohh
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| Get on it yeah
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| Sir
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| Yeah
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| Ooh
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| Blow my blues away
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| Blow my blues away
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| Blow my blues away
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| Blow my blues away |