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I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was just a young boy my mama told me, son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Elgin just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, 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 it on 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
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Jimmy Pappy
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[Verse]
An old Scots-Irish man, oh he went to the pub,
With a pack of cigars he was after some grub.
Didn't quite drink but a beer once a night.
Till they gave him some whiskey and he started a fight.
He was well known as an old pervy guy,
If you started to talk, he'd go for an eye.
Bottle in hand and a fist on his arm
Lost friends in the war then he built a farm
[Chorus]
Drink for old Jimmy
The boy overseas
Let's thank god that's he's drinking
Where we love him to be
If you think that you can take more than
Just a few shots once a night
Buy old Pappy a drink
Your liver, it'll rot, alright
[Verse]
He could drink with the pros, fight with the rest,
He went to church daily so he could confess.
His liver was dead, his lungs they were black,
But boy old Jimmy, he could put them back.
Flask in his coat, he was always prepared,
More booze in his gut, than red in his hair.
Wild Turkey in hand, he could barely stand
He'd beat your ass if you messed with his friends.
[chorus]
Drink for old Jimmy
The boy over seas
Let's thank god that he's drinking
Where we love him to be
If you think that you can take more than
Just a few shots once a night
Buy old pappy a drink your liver it'll rot, alright
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Cicero Elgin, South Carolina
Hardcore, Punk, and Metal-influenced Alternative coming straight at you with razor-blade riffs and aggressive emotionally charged vocals! Cicero hails from the tiny town Elgin, South Carolina and its sound is too big to be contained by the borders.
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