Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin'

It's rollin' round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when.

Well, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on

But I see a train a movin'

On down to San Antone

Bet there's rich folks eatin'

In some fancy dining car

Probably drinkin' coffee

And smokin' big cigars.

Well, I know I had it comin'

I know I can't be free

But them people keep on movin'

And that's what tortures me.

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

Every time I hear that whistle

I hang my head and I cry.

If they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

Bet I'd move it on a

Little bit farther down the line.

Far from Folsom Prison

That's where I long to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away...