Well I Hear That Train a Comming, Its Rollin Round the Bend
I Ain't Seen the Sunshine Since, I Don't Know When
Yeah I'm Stuck in Folsom Prison, Time Keeps Dragging On
But That Train Just Keeps On Rollin, On Down to San Anton

When I Was Just a Baby, Mama Told Me Son
She Said Always Be a Good Boy, Don't You Ever Play With Guns
But I Shoot a Man in Reno, Just to What He Die
When I Hear That Lonesome Whitsle Blow, I Hang My Head Down and Cry

Well I Bet Theres Rich Folk Eating in Some Fancy Dining Car
Probably Drinking Coffee, Smoking Big Cigars
Well I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can't Be Free
But That Train Just Keeps On Rollin, Thats What Tortures Me

Keep On Rollin...

Well If They Freed Me From That Prison and That Railroad Train Was Mine
I Bet I Move It On Just a Little Farther Down That Line
Far From Folson Prison Is Where I Want to Stay
Well I Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow, Blow My Blues Away

Well I Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow, Just Blow My Blues Away

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