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RequiredMusic, JohnnyCash.
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= Folsom Prison Blues =
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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 at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
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But that train keeps rollin' 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, just to watch him die.
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When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.
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I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
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They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
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But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
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But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.
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Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was
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mine,
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I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
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Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
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And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
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