Folsom Prison Spurs

I hear the train a comin'

It's rollin' '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 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 blowin',

I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eatin',

In a fancy dining car,

They're probably drinkin' coffee,

And smokin' big cigars,

But I know I had it comin',

I know I can't be free,

But those people keep a-movin',

And that's what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,

If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move out over 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.