Folsom Prison Dub

I hear the train a comin'

it's rolling round the bend

well I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,

but I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on

but I hear the train a rollin' on down to San Anton..

when I was just a baby my mama told me. son,

always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns.

but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

and I hear the whistle blowing, I my head and cry..

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

they're probably drinkin' whiskey 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...

and if they'd free me from this prison,

if that railroad train were mine

I bet I'd move a little on a little farther down the line

far from folsom prison, that's where I want to be

and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....