Folsom Prison Blues

Lyrics

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 Anton When I was just a baby My mama told me. Son Always be a good boy Don't ever play with guns But I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die Now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry --- Instrumental--- 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'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 That's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away...