Folsom Prison Blues

Well, I hear that train a comin' It's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when 'Cause I'm stuck in Folsom prison And time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby My momma 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 Well, I bet you all them rich men Are in fancy dine-in cars Probably drinking coffee And smokin' big cigars Well, I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' And that's what tortures me Well, if they freed me from this prison And that railroad train was mine You bet I'd move it farther 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