Brooks & Dunn

Brooks & Dunn - Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

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Well, I hear the train a comin´

It´s a rolling round the bend

Well, I ain´t seen the sunshine 

Since I don´t know when,



And I´m stuck in Folsom prison, 

Time keeps draggin´ on

But that train keeps a rollin´ 

On down to San Antone.



I was just a baby 

My mama told me, son,

Said, 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.



--- Instrumental ---



Well, I bet there´s rich folks eating 

In a fancy dining car

They´re probably drinkin´ coffee 

And smoking big cigars.



Well, I know I had it coming, 

I know I can´t be free

Now, those people keep a-movin´

That´s what tortures me.



If they´d free me from this prison,

If that railroad train was mine

I bet I´d move just a little 

Further down the line



Yeah, Far from Folsom prison, 

That's where I want to stay

Lord I here that whistle blowing

Blow my blues away.



(Spoken)

It's been thirty years now

And I know I'll never leave 

This God forsaken place alive

Honest to God, When I hear those words 

Ringin' through my head

As loud as that old train whistle 

Crying out to me night after continuous night

Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice

I close my eyes and  pray 

That that iron horse is bound for the promise land

And I'll get to ride it home to glory...
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