Bill Miller Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics:
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round
the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't
know when Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time
keeps dragging on But that train just keeps on
rollin, on down to San Anton When I was just a
baby, mama told me son She said always be a good
boy, don't you ever play with guns But I shoot a
man in Reno, just to watch him die When I hear that
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lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry
Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy
dining car Probably drinking coffee, smoking big
cigars Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't
be free But that train just keeps on rollin, that's
what tortures me Keep on rollin... Well if they
freed me from that prison and that railroad train
was mine I bet I move it on just a little farther
down that line Far from Folson Prison is where I
want to stay Well I let that lonesome whistle
blow, blow my blues away Well I let that lonesome
whistle blow, just blow my blues away
Lyrics: Folsom Prison Blues, Bill Miller [end]