Folsom Prison Blues / Mystery Train / American Nightmare

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

When I hear that whistle blowing, down in 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 London just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long

Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, coming around, around the bend

Train train, coming around, around the bend

Well it took my baby, but it never will again

Are you motherfuckers ready?

Hot Chevy on a friday night

And the sweat drips down my spine

I put an axe in my baby's head

I'm gonna end up doing time

You look so good in red

American nightmare running scared

Shouldn’t ought'a done it

Shouldn’t ought'a played

She shouldn’t oughta I said

I had to split your head

American nightmare running scared

I'm heading down the highway

Sign has three inverted nines

If the lord don't get me the devil will

But not without a fight

This highway never fucking ends

American nightmare running scared

American nightmare running scared

I'm heading down the highway

Sign has three inverted nines

If the lord don't get me the devil will

But not without a fight

This highway never fucking ends

American nightmare running scared

Hey, American nightmare running scared