Folsom Prison Blues

Yeah, yeah

Whoa, oh, whoa

I hear the 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 on 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 (in Rem0), just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

Whoa, yeah

I got three, four years to go

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

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

But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free

(Know I can't be free, no)

But those people keep on movin'

And that's what tortures me

I got three, four years to go (years to go)

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do

If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

Bet I'd move it on a little further down the line

Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I'd wanna stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

I got three, four years to go

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do

I got three, four years to go

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do (whoa, yeah)

I got three, four years to go

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do

I got three, four years to go

Tell me, do you hear that whistle blow?

Folsom Prison blues

Tell me what I got to do