Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a coming, 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 dragging on
But that train keeps a rolling 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry

Well I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving
And that's what tortures me

Well 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

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away