Folsom Prison Blues

Well I hear that train a-coming

Its rollin' 'round the bend

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

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on

But that train just keeps on rollin', on down to San Anton'

When I was just a baby, mama told me son

She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns

But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die

When I hear that lonesome whistle blow, I hang my head down and cry

Well I bet there's rich folk eating in some fancy dining car

Probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

Well I know, I had it coming, I know I can't be free

But that train just keeps on rollin', that's what tortures me

Keep on rollin'...

Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine

I bet I move it on, just a little farther down that line

Far from Folson Prison, is where I want to stay

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away