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 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

When I hear that whistle blowing

I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating

In a fancy dining car

They're probally drinkin' coffee

And smoking big cigarrs

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 on 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

That's alright with mama

That's alright for you

That's alright with mama

Yeah anyway you do

But that's alright

That's alright

That's alright now mama

Anyway you do

Well mama, she don't told me

And papa don't told me too

"Son that girl you're fooling with

She ain't no good for you"

But that's alright

That's alright

Well that's alright now mama

Anyway you do

That's alright, that's alright

That's alright now mama

Anyway you do

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