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Friday, September 12, 2003 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 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 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 folk eatin' in a fancy dining car. They're prob'ly 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 on 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. ~~~~~ Written by John R. Cash, © 1956 Hi Lo Music Recorded 1/13/68 (Position reached on the charts: No. 1 - Country; No. 32 - Pop) Johnny Cash, 1932-2003 Sincere thanks to the Man In Black for a mountain of fine, deeply felt music and a life lived with style and grace.... rws 5:31 PM [+]
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