FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

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' from a fancy dining car They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars Well 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 it on 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