Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a-comin', it's a-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 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and cry

Well, I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars

But 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'd free 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 wanna stay

Lord, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

Lord, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

Lord, I'd let that lonesome whistle