Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the 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 at Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin’ on,
But that train keeps rollin’
On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby,
My momma told me, “Son,
always be a good;
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.

I bet there’s rich folks eatin’
From a fancy dining car.
They’re prob’ly 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.

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.

 

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