Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah come on

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 Antone

When I was just a baby my mama told me

Son always be a good boy, don't ever play with gun

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

(so I watch him die)

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

(hang down your head Antonio)

There's probably rich folks eating from a big, old dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars

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

(No I can’t be free)

But damn people keep a-movin'

And that's what tortures me

Yeah

Well if they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

I bet that I’d move [?] a little fellow down the line

Yeah Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay

(I would want to stay)

And then I'd let that lonesome whistle baby blow my blues away

(blow my blues away)

Ooh ohh

Get on it yeah

Sir

Yeah

Ooh

Blow my blues away

Blow my blues away

Blow my blues away

Blow my blues away