I hear
the train a -comin',
rollin' round the bend
And I haven't seen the sunshine since,
I don't know when I'm stuck
in the fogs of prison,
and time keeps a -draggin' on
But that train keeps on rollin',
on down to San Antonio
Even when I was just a baby,
my mama told me son,
always be a good boy,
don't ever play with guns
When I shot this man in Reno,
I stood and I watched him die
When I hear that whistle blowing,
I hang my head and I cry,
make him cry
I bet there's rich folks here,
in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee,
and they smoke big cigars
I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free
But those people keep on moving,
and their war tortures me
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
that railroad train was mine
I'd better move it on,
a little bit further down the line
Far from pots and prison,
that's where I want to stay
Well, I let this lonesome whistle
blow my blues away
Hey, blow my blues away,
Yeah!
Whoo!
Hey!
Well if they'd free me from this prison,
that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd be moving on,
a little bit further down the line
Far from pots and prison,
that's where I want to stay
Well I let this lonesome whistle
blow my blues away
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