Folsom Prison Blues

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 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

I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're prob'ly drinking coffee and
Smoking 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
But 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
Far from Folsom Prison that's where
I want to stay
And I'll let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away