Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah

C'mon

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 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars

But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

But people keep a-movin'

And that's what tortures me

Yeah

Well 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, yeah

Far from Folsom prison,

That's where I want to stay (what I want to say)

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away (blues away)

Who, who

Yeah, get over here

Yeah, ah

Whoh, whoh

Aw