Folsom Prison Blues lyrics
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend I ain't seen
the sunshine since, I don't know when Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
time keeps dragging on But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San
Anton When I was just a baby, mama told me son She said always be a
good boy, don't you ever play with guns But I shoot a man in Reno, just to
what he die When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and
cry Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars Well I know I had it
coming, I know I can't be free But that train just keeps on rollin, thats
what tortures me Keep on rollin... Well if they freed me from that
prison and that railroad train was mine I bet I move it on just a little
farther down that line Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away Well I let
that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away
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