Intro: E A A
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I hear the 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,
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And time keeps draggin” on,
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But that train keeps a-rollin”,
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On down to San Antone.
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When I was just a baby, My Mama told me, “Son,
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Always be a good boy, Don”t ever play with guns,”
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But I shot a man in Reno,
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Just to watch him die,
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When I hear that whistle blowin”,
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I hang my head and cry.
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I bet there”s rich folks eatin”, In a fancy dining car,
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They”re probably drinkin” coffee, And smokin” big cigars,
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But I know I had it comin”,
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I know I can”t be free,
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But those people keep a-movin”,
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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 out over a little, Farther down the line,
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Far from Folsom Prison,
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That”s where I want to stay,
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And I”d let that lonesome whistle,
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Blow my blues away.
E A A (hold)