| I hear that train a comin' it’s rollin' 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 dragging on
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| But that freight train keeps a rolling on down to San Antone
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| Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
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| Bocephus be a good boy don’t ever play with guns
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| But I killed a man in Shreveport just to watch him die
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| When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and I cry
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| I bet there’s rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
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| They’re prob’ly drinking 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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| But those people keep a moving and that’s what tortures me
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| Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
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| I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line
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| Far from Folsom Prison that’s where I wanna stay
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| Then Lord I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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| Oh Lord I’d let that lonesome whistle blow all my blues away |