Conway Twitty – Folsom Prison Blues (Guitar)

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I hear the train a comin'

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It's rolling round the bend

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And I ain't seen the sunshine

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Since I don't know when

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I'm stuck in Folsom prison

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And time keeps draggin' on

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But that train keeps a rollin'

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On down to San Antone

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When I was just a baby

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My mama told me, son

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Always be a good boy

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Don't ever play with guns

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But I shot a man in Reno

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Just to watch him die

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When I hear that whistle blowin'

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I hang my head and cry

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Well, I bet there's rich folks eating

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In a fancy dining car

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They're probably drinkin' coffee

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And smoking big cigars

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I guess I had it coming

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I know I can't be free

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But those people keep a movin'

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And that's what tortures me

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Well, if they'd free me from this prison

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If that railroad train was mine

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I bet I'd move just a little further

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Down the line

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Far from Folsom prison

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That's where I want to stay

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And I'd let that lonesome whistle

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Blow my blues away...