Folsom Prison Blues

Supernatural

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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton.
When I was just a baby my mama 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 blowing I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they're probally drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigarrs.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that´s what torture means.

Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom Prison is where I long to stay
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.