Folsom Prison Blues
I hear the train a-comin', rolling '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
When I hear the train a-rollin', on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, 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 the train a-rollin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smoking fat cigars
But, I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
When I hear the whistle blowin', yeah that's what tortures me
When I was just a baby, 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 the train a-blowin', I hang my head and cry
Well I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smoking fat cigars
But, I knew I had it coming, I know I can't be free
When I hear the whistle blowin', yeah that's what tortures me
When I hear the whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
When I hear the whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
When I hear the train a-rollin', on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby, 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 the train a-rollin', I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smoking fat cigars
But, I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
When I hear the whistle blowin', yeah that's what tortures me
When I was just a baby, 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 the train a-blowin', I hang my head and cry
Well I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smoking fat cigars
But, I knew I had it coming, I know I can't be free
When I hear the whistle blowin', yeah that's what tortures me
When I hear the whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
When I hear the whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny R. Cash
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