Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Bob Dylan

I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend 

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when 

I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on 

And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone 

When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry 

I bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining cars 

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars 

But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free 

But I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures me 

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If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine 

You bet I moved it on a little further down the line 

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay 

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away 

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