Folsom Prison Blues

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 Anton..

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
now every time I hear that whistle
I hang my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks
eating in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin' coffee
and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that's what tortures me...

Well if they'd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move just a little
further 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.....