17 acessos
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I hear the train a commin, it's rollin around the bend,
and i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when,
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I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on,
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But that train keeps a rollin on down to San Antone.
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When i was just a baby, my mama told me son, always
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be a good boy, don't ever play with guns, but i shot
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a man in Reno, just to watch him die, when i hear that
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whistle blowin i hang my head and cry.
Guitar solo...
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I bet there's rich folks eaten, in a fancy dinin car,
there probly drinkin coffee, and smokin big sigars,
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but i know i had it comin, i know i can't be free,
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but those people keep a movin, and that's what
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tortures me.
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Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad
was mine, i bet i'd move it all a little farther down
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the line, far from folsom prison, that's where i want to
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stay, and i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues
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away.
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