Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah well 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
'Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And Time keeps draggin' on
But the train keeps a'rollin'
On down to San Antone

Yeah when I was just a baby
My momma 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

Yeah well I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In them fancy dining cars
They're probably drinking Whiskey
And smoke them Weed Cigars
Well I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But the 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 on
A lot farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
When I hear that lonesome whistle
Blow all my blues away