Folsom Prison Blues

Lyrics

Who you're trying to get crazy with whitie? Don't you know I'm loco? I hear that train to comin' It's comin' out the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when And I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train just keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone.. 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 When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry There's probably rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' whisky 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 freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I long to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow out my blues away.....