Folsom Prison Blues

Who tryna get crazy with, whitey?

Don't you know I'm loco?

I hear that train a-comin'

Comin' '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

That train just 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

There's probably rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' whiskey, and smoking big cigars

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

Those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

I'd probably move it just a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I long to stay

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