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I hear the tra

in a comin'

It's rollin' 'round the bend,

And I ain't seen the sunshine,

Since, I don't know when,
    
I'm stuck in F

olsom Prison,
              
And time keeps

          
 draggin' on,
         
But that train

 keeps a-rolli

n',
              
On down to San

   
 Antone.

     
When I was jus

t a baby,

My Mama told me, "Son,

Always be a good boy,

Don't ever play with guns,"
      
But I shot a m

an in Reno,
              
Just to watch 

    
him die,
       
When I hear th

at whistle blo

win',
              
I hang my head

     
 and cry.

  
I bet there's 

rich folks eat

in',

In a fancy dining car,

They're probably drinkin' coffee,

And smokin' big cigars,
      
But I know I h

ad it comin',
              
I know I can't

    
 be free,
          
But those peop

le keep a-movi

n',
              
And that's wha

           
t tortures me.

      
Well, if they 

freed me from 

this prison,

If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move out over a little,

Farther down the line,

Far from Folso

m Prison,
              
That's where I

         
 want to stay,
        
And I'd let th

at lonesome wh

istle,
              
Blow my Blues 

 
away.

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