Johnny Cash-Jimi Hendrix--Folsom Teabag Blues

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I hear the train a comin'

It's rollin' round the bend,

And I can smell the teabags,

Blowin' in the wind,

I'm going to Folsom Prison,

Just to get away,

But that stench keeps a-rollin',

And they're drinking Kool Aid.

When I was a baby,

My Mama told me, "Son,

Always be a good boy,

Don't ever play with guns,"

But I drank a pot in Reno,

Just to watch my brain die.

When I hear that whistle blowing,

I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',

In a fancy dining car,

And Rove's drinking coffee,

And smoking big cigars,

But I know I had it coming,

I believed in Liberty,

But those people keep-a moving',

And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,

And people weren't afraid,

I'd take the taste of freedom,

And try to make a trade,

You can have them Folsom Teabags,

They taste like wet hay,

And I'd let that lonesome whistle,

Blow my blues away.