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= Folsom Prison Blues =

 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.