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I Ehear the train a comin, It's rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when E7
I'm stAuck in Folsom Prison, And time keeps draggin on E
But that traiB7n keeps a rollin on down to San Antone E
When I waEs just a baby, my mamma told me son
Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns E7
But I shAot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die E
When I hearB7 that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry E
I Ebet there's rich folk eatin in a fancy dinin car
Probaly drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars E7
But I knAew I had it comin, I know I can't be free E
But those peoplB7e keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me E
If they frEeed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine
I think that I would move a little farther down the line E7
AFar from folsom prison, thats where I'd want to stay E
And I'd let B7that lonesome whistle blow my blues away E
(Play little lick)
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