Folsom Prison Blues

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 I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a-rollin On 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 bet there's rich folks eatin In a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee And smokin' big cigars But 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 freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move out 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