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Well, I hear the train a cominВґ
ItВґs a rolling round the bend
Well, I ainВґt seen the sunshine
Since I donВґt know when,

And IВґm stuck in Folsom prison,
Time keeps dragginВґ on
But that train keeps a rollinВґ
On down to San Antone.

I was just a baby
My mama told me, son,
Said, always be a good boy,
DonВґt 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.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I bet thereВґs rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
TheyВґre probably drinkinВґ coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, I know I had it coming,
I know I canВґt be free
Now, those people keep a-movinВґ
ThatВґs what tortures me.

If theyВґd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet IВґd move just a little
Further down the line

Yeah, Far from Folsom prison,
That`s where I want to stay
Lord I here that whistle blowing
Blow my blues away.

(Spoken)
It`s been thirty years now
And I know I`ll never leave
This God forsaken place alive
Honest to God, When I hear those words
Ringin` through my head
As loud as that old train whistle
Crying out to me night after continuous night
Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice
I close my eyes and pray
That that iron horse is bound for the promise land
And I`ll get to ride it home to glory...

Well, I hear the train a cominВґ
ItВґs a rolling round the bend
Well, I ainВґt seen the sunshine
Since I donВґt know when,

And IВґm stuck in Folsom prison,
Time keeps dragginВґ on
But that train keeps a rollinВґ
On down to San Antone.

I was just a baby
My mama told me, son,
Said, always be a good boy,
DonВґt 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.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I bet thereВґs rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
TheyВґre probably drinkinВґ coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, I know I had it coming,
I know I canВґt be free
Now, those people keep a-movinВґ
ThatВґs what tortures me.

If theyВґd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet IВґd move just a little
Further down the line

Yeah, Far from Folsom prison,
That`s where I want to stay
Lord I here that whistle blowing
Blow my blues away.

(Spoken)
It`s been thirty years now
And I know I`ll never leave
This God forsaken place alive
Honest to God, When I hear those words
Ringin` through my head
As loud as that old train whistle
Crying out to me night after continuous night
Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice
I close my eyes and pray
That that iron horse is bound for the promise land
And I`ll get to ride it home to glory...

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