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I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby
My mama told me, 'Son
Always be a good boy
Don't 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 there's rich folk eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away

©1956 Hi Lo Music