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Well, I hear the train a comin
Its a rolling round the bend
Well, I aint seen the sunshine
Since I dont know when,
And Im stuck in Folsom prison,
Time keeps draggin on
But that train keeps a rollin
On down to San Antone.
I was just a baby
My mama told me, son,
Said, always be a good boy,
Dont 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 theres rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
Theyre probably drinkin coffee
And smoking big cigars.
Well, I know I had it coming,
I know I cant be free
Now, those people keep a-movin
Thats what tortures me.
If theyd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet Id 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...