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I hear the train a comin'It's rollin' 'round the bend,And I ain't seen the sunshineSince, I don't know whenI'm stuck in Folsom PrisonAnd time keeps draggin' onBut that train keeps a-rollin'On down to San AntoneWhen I was just a babyMy Mama told me, "SonAlways be a good boyDon't ever play with guns,"But I shot a man in RenoJust to watch him dieWhen I hear that whistle blowin'I hang my head and cryI bet there's rich folks eatin'In a fancy dining carThey're probably drinkin' coffeeAnd smokin' big cigarsBut I know I had it comin'I know I can't be freeBut those people keep a-movin'And that's what tortures meSongtexteWell, if they freed me from this prisonIf that railroad train was mineI bet I'd move out over a littleFarther down the lineFar from Folsom PrisonThat's where I want to stayAnd I'd let that lonesome whistleBlow my blues away Aus Songtexte Mania