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Cash Johnny At Folsom Prison

see that he was nearly dead I knelt down beside him and I listened Just to hear the words the dying fellow said He said, "They let me out of prison

know how I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat 'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson, "Goodbye," that's all she wrote But they'll laugh at you in Jackson

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go

his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy have mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom

around me To the cold gray walls that surround me And then I realize I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and the sad old padre Arm in arm, I walk at

set my soul free There's a Greystone chapel here at Folsom A house of worship in this den of sin You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom

After seven years behind these bars together I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go If only I had not tried to escape They'd barred

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.Is Joe still here...Joe Bean?Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they

what tortures me... Well if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move just a little further down the line far from Folsom prison