Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a comin' it's comin' 'round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

I'm locked in folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on

And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a 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 I hear that train a rollin' and that's what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line

Far from folsom prison that's where I long to be

And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away