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 When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' In a fancy dining car They're probally drinkin' coffee And smoking 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'd freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it over 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