Folsom Prison Blues
I hear the train a comin', it's rolling around the bendand I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' onbut 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 diewhen I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry..
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining carthey're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be freebut those people keep a movin'and that's what tortures me...
Well if they'd free me from this prison,if that railroad train was mineI bet I'd move it on a little farther down the linefar from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stayand I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....