Folsom Prison Dirge

I hear that train a-comin’
It’s comin’ round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sunshine
Since I, I don’t know when

I’m stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin’ on

That train keeps on rollin’
On down to San Antone

Now when I was a baby
My mama told me, “son
“Well, always be a good boy
“Don’t you play with guns”
I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die

When I hear than train a-blowin’
I hang my head and cry

No!

Well if they freed me from this prison
And that railroad train were mine
You bet I’d move it on a little
Farther down the line
Well far from Folsom Prison
That’s where I want to stay
I let the lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Away, way, way!

Away!

Oh, no, no!

I’d let the lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Now let the lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
(No, I can’t go!)
And let the lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Yeah!
Yeah!