Folsom Prison Blues

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

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps on rollin'
On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby
My mama 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
Oh yeah

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do

I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars

But I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
(Know I can't be free, no)
But those people keep on movin'
And that's what tortures me

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow?
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on
A little further down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I'd wanna stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow?
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow?
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow?
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do

I got three, four years to go
Tell me do you hear that whistle blow?
Folsom Prison blues
Tell me what I got to do