Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah, yeah Whoa, oh, whoa 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 on 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 (in Rem0), just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry Whoa, yeah I got three, four years to go Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do 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 (Know I can't be free, no) But those people keep on movin' And that's what tortures me I got three, four years to go (years to go) Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine Bet I'd move it on a little further down the line Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I'd wanna stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away I got three, four years to go Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do I got three, four years to go Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do (whoa, yeah) I got three, four years to go Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do I got three, four years to go Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow? Folsom Prison blues Tell me what I got to do