Bill Miller
Folsom Prison Blues
Well I hear that train a-comingIts rollin' 'round the bendI ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know whenI'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging onBut that train just keeps on rollin', on down to San Anton'When I was just a baby, mama told me sonShe said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with gunsBut I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he dieWhen I hear that lonesome whistle blow, I hang my head down and cryWell I bet there's rich folk eating in some fancy dining carProbably drinking coffee and smoking big cigarsWell I know, I had it coming, I know I can't be freeBut that train just keeps on rollin', that's what tortures meKeep on rollin'...Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mineI bet I move it on, just a little farther down that lineFar from Folson Prison, is where I want to stayWell I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues awayWell I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away
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