Folsom Prison Blues

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 the train 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"

I shot a man in reno just to watch him die

When i hear that whistle blowin', i hang my head and cry

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to san antone

I bet there's rich fucks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars

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

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to san antone

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

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to san antone