Folsom Prison Blues

Who you're tryin' to get crazy with, whitey?
Don't you know I'm loco?

I hear that train a-comin'
Comin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when

Now I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
And that train just keeps a-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

(How y'all feel out there?)

There's so many rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey
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

(How y'all feel out there?)

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I'd probably move it just a little
Farther down the line

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