Thunder Cash '69

Oh, God

Well, I hear that 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 Antone

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son

You always be a good boy, don't you ever fuck with guns"

But I shot a man in Muldrow, just to watch him die (die, die, die)

When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

Ow!

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably smokin' reefer and drinkin' PBR

Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free (can't, can't, can't)

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

Ow!

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

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

Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I wanna stay (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

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

Living fast and dying young like an endless poetry

My motor-psycho nightmare freak out inside of me

My sole salvation, liberation on the drive

The power of the blaster, move me faster

1969