Folsom Prison Blues (Live)

I hear a train a-comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison Time keeps draggin' on Oh, but I hear that whistle blowin' Back home from San Antone Get your hands in the air! When I was just a baby My mama told me, "Son Always be a good boy Don't you ever play with guns" But I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die And when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry, oh yeah Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' In some fancy dining car And they're probably drinkin' whiskey Smokin' big cigars Hell, I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But those people keep on a-movin' And that's what tortures me, woo-hoo Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I'd probably move along A little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to stay Lord, I'm gonna let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away