Folsom Prison Blues

I hear a train a-comin', rollin' around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, time keeps draggin' by
But when I hear that train a-movin'
God, I hang, I hang, I hang my head and cry

You know, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
They drinking Jack Daniels a-whiskey, smoking big caboose cigars
Stuck in Folsom prison, time keeps draggin' on
Every time I think of them women
God, I think of good ol' San Antone
Yeah!

Well, now, when I was just a baby, Baby Mama, she told me, son
You oughta be a good boy, Jerry, don't no a-play with guns
Shot a boy in Memphis, I didn't mean just to watch him die
Oh, when I think of good ol' Memphis, Tennessee
I hang my head and I cry
Pick it, son!

Now, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train were mine
I'd move it on, just a little further down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where ol' Killer needs to be
'Cause them women keep a-movin'
Lordy, Lordy, that what tortures Jerry Lee

My God, they ain't gon' free me from this prison
And that railroad train ain't mine
I know they ain't a-gonna let ol' Jerry get no further down the line
Far from Folsom prison, ain't no gonna be
Woo, God, them women keep on movin'
Thank God, that tortures Rockin' Jerry Lee
Come on, rock it for ya, now!