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Sally Johnson / Folson Prison Rock
 
 Johnny Cash
Kalox 1168
 
 
ID: 5391
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TypePatter (two instrumentals)Kalox
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Grid list of Kalox recordings
Quantity2
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
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Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
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Cue Sheet side A
Lyrics

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Folsom Prison Blues  (1955)

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.)

Lyrics by Johnny Cash.
Recorded by Johnny Cash.
 
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