Folsom Prison Dub

I hear the train a comin' it's rolling round the bend well I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, but I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on but I hear the train a rollin' on down to San Anton. when I was just a baby my mama told me. son, always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns. but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die and I hear the whistle blowing, I my head and cry. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car they're probably drinkin' whiskey 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... and if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train were mine I bet I'd move a little on a little farther down the line far from folsom prison, that's where I want to be and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...