I hear the train a comin Its rollin round the bend, And I aint seen the sunshine, Since, I dont know when, Im stuck in Folsom Prison, And time keeps draggin on, But that train keeps arollin, On down to San Antone. When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, Son, Always be a good boy, Dont 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 theres rich folks eatin, In a fancy dining car, Theyre probably drinkin coffee, And smokin big cigars, But I know I had it comin, I know I cant be free, But those people keep amovin, And thats what tortures me. Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine, I bet Id move out over a little, Farther down the line, Far from Folsom Prison, Thats where I want to stay, And Id let that lonesome whistle, Blow my Blues away. 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 theres rich folks eatin, In a fancy dining car, Theyre probably drinkin coffee, And smokin big cigars, But I know I had it comin, I know I cant be free, But those people keep amovin, And thats what tortures me.
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