Folsom Prison Blues

Well, 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

'Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on

But that train keeps a-rollin'

Right 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'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars

Well, I know I had it coming

I know I can't be free

But those people keep on movin'

And that's what tortures me

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