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I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bendAnd I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know whenI'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' onBut that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San AntoneWhen I was just a baby, my mama told me, sonAlways be a good boy, don't ever play with gunsBut I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him dieWhen I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cryI bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining carThey're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigarsBut I know I had it coming, I know I can't be freeBut those people keep a-movin' and that's what tortures meWell if that freed me from this prisonand that railroad train was mineI bet I'd move it on a little farther down the lineFar from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stayAnd I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away From Letras Mania