Folsom Prison (Live)

I hear the train a-comin'
Rolling 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on
I hear the whistle blowing'
On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby
My mother told me, "Son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns"
I shot a man in Paso
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I know I can't be free

I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars
Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison
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 want to stay
I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny R. Cash
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