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I hear the train a-coming.
It’s rolling round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sunshine since
I don’t know when I’m stuck at
Folsom prison and time keeps draggin’ on
But that train keeps 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 the man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear the whistle blowin’ I hang my head and cry

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