Folsom Prison Blues

Folsom Prison Blues - The Railroad Cowboys

I hear the train a coming

It's rolling round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when

I'm stuck in folsom prison

And time keeps dragging on

And 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

But I hear that lonesome whistle

I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating

In a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee

And smoking big cigars

But I know I had it coming

I know I can't be free

And those people keep on moving

And that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

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

I bet there's rich folks eating

In a fancy dining car

Probably drinking coffee

And smoking big cigars

But I know I had it coming

Know I can't be free

And those people keep on moving

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

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away