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Lyrics:
Well I Hear That Train A Comin' it's Rollin' Round The Bend, and I Ain't Seen The Sunshine, since I Don't Know When.
because I'm Stuck In Folsom Prison, and Time Keeps Draggin On. but That Train Keeps Rollin', on Down To San Antone.
when I Was Just A Baby, my Momma Told Me Son, always Be A Good Boy, don't 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.
well I Bet You All Them Rich Men are In Fancy Dine-In Cars. probably Drinking Coffee, and Smokin' Big Cigars.
well I Know I Had It Comin'. i Know I Can't Be Free. but Those People Keep A Movin', and That's What Tortures Me.
well If They Freed Me From This Prison, and That Railrod Train Was Mine, you Bet I'd Move It Farther, a Little Farther Down The Line.
far From Folsom Prison, that's Where I Want To Stay. and I'd Let That Lonesome Whistle blow My Blues Away.
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