Folsom prison blues

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling 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 anton.

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
Now every time i hear that whistle
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, i know i had it coming,
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 just a little further
Down the line.

Far from folsom prison,
That's where i want to stay
And i'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away...