Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that 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 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'd 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