Folsom Prison Blues - Bill Miller



     
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Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics


Well I hear that train a-coming
Its rollin' 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know whenI'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on
But that train just keeps on rollin', on down to San Anton'
When I was just a baby, mama told me son
She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns
But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die
When I hear that lonesome whistle blow, I hang my head down and cryWell I bet there's rich folk eating in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know, I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that train just keeps on rollin', that's what tortures me
Keep on rollin'...Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I move it on, just a little farther down that line
Far from Folson Prison, is where I want to stay
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away
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CASH, JOHNNY R.Published by
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A Mohican Indian from northern Wisconsin, Bill Miller has long been one of the most admired figures in the Native American music arena and beyond. As an award-winning recording artist, performer, songwriter, activist, and painter, he's been a voice for the voiceless, a link between two great and clashing civilizations.

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