Folsom Prison Blues

Who you trying to get crazy with Whitey Don't you know I'm loco? I hear that train a-comin' Comin' around the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison Time keeps draggin' on Andthat train just keeps 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 whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' From a fancy dining car They're probably drinking whiskey And smoking big cigars Well, I know I had it coming I know I can't be free Those people keep a-movin' And that's what tortures me If they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I'd probably move it just a little Farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That's where I long to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow out my blues away