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 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 it all 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...