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I he E  ar the train a comin'it's rollin 'round the bend
and I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stu A ck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin'on E  .
But that tr B7 ain keeps a movin'on down to-San-An-To E  ne
When I was just a baby my mame 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 heat the 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 fom this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line
Far from Fulsom Prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonsome whistle, blow my blues away
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