Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin
Its rollin 'round the bend
I aint seen the sunshine
Since I dont know when

Well, Im stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin on
But I see a train a movin
On down to San Antone

Bet theres rich folks eatin
In some fancy dining car
Probably drinkin coffee
And smokin big cigars

Well, I know, I had it comin
I know, I cant be free
But them people keep on movin
And thats what tortures me

When I was just a baby
My mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy
Dont ever play with guns"

But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
Every time I hear that whistle
I hang my head and I cry

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet Id move it on a
Little bit farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
Thats where I long to stay
And Id let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away