Sound from a distant whistle pierces the silence of night, as a growing thunder of steel travels on tracks through time, slowing near town. People are asleep in bed, dreaming while the train rolls on rails, carrying the faint rhythm of a harmonica flowing free from an open boxcar. The song remains the same, as all sound slips slowly back into darkness, down the line.
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Folsom Prison Blues, by Johnny Cash (1955) – see lyrics here.