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ramblin’ jack elliott – folsom prison blues lyrics


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 in folsom prison and time keeps dragging on
but that train keeps a-rolling, on down to san anton

when i was just a baby my mama told me, “son
“always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns.”
but i shoot a man in reno, just to watch him die
when i hear that whistle blowing, i hang my head and cry
i bet there’s rich folk eating in a fancy dining car
they’re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
well i know i had it coming, i know i can’t be free
but those people keep a-moving, and that’s what tortures me
well if they freed me from this prison, if railroad train was mine
i bet i’d move it on a little farther down the line
far from folson prison, that’s where i want to stay
and i’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away