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Introdução:
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I hear the train a comin'
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It's rollin' '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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I bet there's rich folks eatin',
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In a fancy dining car,
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They're probably drinkin' coffee,
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And smokin' big cigars,
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But I know I had it comin',
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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 freed me from this prison,
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If that railroad train was mine,
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I bet I'd move out over a little,
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Farther 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.