I hear the train a comin' It's rollin' '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 O but I hear that whistle blowin' Back home from San Antone
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 blowin' I hang my head and cry
I got three four years to go Tell me do you hear this whistle blow Folsom Prison Blues Tell me what I got to do
I bet there's rich folks eatin' In a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee And smokin' big cigars But I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin' And that's what tortures me
I got three four years to go Tell me do you hear this whistle blow Folsom Prison Blues Tell me what I got to do
Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move out over a little Farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my Blues away
I got three four years to go Tell me do you hear this whistle blow Folsom Prison Blues Tell me what I got to do
I got three four years to go Tell me do you hear this whistle blow Folsom Prison Blues Tell me what I got to do
I got three four years to go Tell me do you hear this whistle blow Folsom Prison Blues Tell me what I got to do
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