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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 |
