Folsom Prison Blues

Well, I hear the train a cominÂ' ItÂ's a rolling round the bend Well, I ainÂ't seen the sunshine Since I donÂ't know when, And IÂ'm stuck in Folsom prison, Time keeps dragginÂ' on But that train keeps a rollinÂ' On down to San Antone. I was just a baby My mama told me, son, Said, always be a good boy, DonÂ'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. --- Instrumental --- Well, I bet thereÂ's rich folks eating In a fancy dining car TheyÂ're probably drinkinÂ' coffee And smoking big cigars. Well, I know I had it coming, I know I canÂ't be free Now, those people keep a-movinÂ' ThatÂ's what tortures me. If theyÂ'd free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet IÂ'd move just a little Further down the line Yeah, Far from Folsom prison, That's where I want to stay Lord I here that whistle blowing Blow my blues away. (Spoken) It's been thirty years now And I know I'll never leave This God forsaken place alive Honest to God, When I hear those words Ringin' through my head As loud as that old train whistle Crying out to me night after continuous night Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice I close my eyes and pray That that iron horse is bound for the promise land And I'll get to ride it home to glory...