Folsom Prison Blues - 1988 Version

I hear that train a'comin'
It's rollin' round the bend
And I aint seen the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a'rollin'
On down to San Antone

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

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

Well I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But those 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 little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Lull my blues away