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 bo
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..

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 it all 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