Folsom Prison Blues Songtext

I hear that 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. --- Instrumental --- I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars Well, 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. 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'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...