Circle to the left *I hear that train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine, since I don't know when Well you're gonna walk around that corner lady You're gonna see saw 'round your own Left allemande that corner, weave around that ring Well, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on Swing your honey gonna promenade her back home Well, I hear that train a-movin' on down to San Antone
*If they free'd me from this prison, and that railroad train were mine Bet I'd move along a little bit farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay And let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
FIGURE Basic, corner progression
All four ladies chain, you're gonna turn that girl you know Heads you promenade outside halfway 'round you go Lead out to the right and circle make that line and then Dance up to the middle and come on back, pass the ocean there All eight circulate once and a half, you box the gnat and Swing that lady once, you're gonna promenade that track And let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
MIDDLE BREAK (ALTERNATE) Basic
Four ladies promenade get one time 'round you know Well you're gonna come back, swing your handsome man around you go Join all of your hands now you circle and then Let's do a left allemande that corner, weave around that ring Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die Swing your baby then you're gonna promenade you fly And when I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry
And let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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I hear the train a'coming it's rolling 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.
(The above lyrics refer to Johnny Cash's original version.)