Folsom Prison Blues

Brooks & Dunn

Well I hear that train a comin, it’s rolling round the bend
Well I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
But I’m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin on
Well that train keeps a rollin on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mama told me, “Son,
She said, “always be a good boy. Don’t never 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


Well I bet there’s rich folks eatin from a fancy dinin car
Well they’re prob’ly drinkin coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it comin, I know I can’t be free
Now those people keep a movin, that’s what tortures me

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
Yeah far from Folsom Prison that’s where I want to stay
Lord I hear that whistle blowin’ all blues a way