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Well I hear that train a comin'
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It's rollin' around the bend
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I ain't seen the sunshine
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Since I don't know when
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Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
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And time keeps draggin' on
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That train keeps rollin'
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On down to San Antone
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When I was just a baby
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My mama told me, "Son,
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Always be a good boy
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Don't you ever play with guns"
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But I shot a man in Reno
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Just to watch him die
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When I hear that lonesome whistle
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I hang my head and cry
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Well I bet there's rich folks eating
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In a fancy dinin' car
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I bet they're taking mushrooms
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And smokin' big cigars
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Well I know I had it comin'
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I know I can't be free
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Those people keep movin'
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And that's what tortures me
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If they free me from this prison
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If that railroad train was mine
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You bet I'd move it on
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A little farther down the line
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Yeah, far from Folsom Prison
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That's where I want to be
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Well those people keep movin'
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Goddammit, that's what tortures me
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If they'd free me from this prison
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If that railroad train was mine
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You bet I'd move it on
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A little farther down the line
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Yeah, far from Folsom Prison
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That's where I want to be
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Well those people keep movin'
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Goddammit that's what tortures me
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FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
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