Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a-coming, it's coming round the bend

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

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

And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma told me; "Son

Always be a good boy, don't fool around with guns"

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

When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars

I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free

But those people keep a-moving, and that's what torture me

Well if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

You bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay

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