Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin, it’s 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
But that train 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

Instrumental

I bet there’s rich folks eatin from a fancy dinin car
They’re prob’ly drinkin coffee and smoking 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

Instrumental

Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on a little farther on down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a way