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 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 die

When I hear that whistle blowing, 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 it all 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