Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

But 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 you ever play with guns"

Oh, and I shot a man in Reno

Yeah, just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing

I hang my head and cry

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars

Oh, I knew I had it coming

I know I can't be free

But those people keep on movin'

And that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

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

Oh, back in Folsom Prison

That's where I want to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away

(Yeah, yeah) Yeah

And that damned old lonesome whistle

It better blow my blues away