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November 26, 2008
I got this song in my head today and thought I'd share.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.
Folsom Prison Blues
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,But that train keeps a-rollin',On down to 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 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.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.
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