Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin? It?s rollin? 'round the bend I ain?t seen the sunshine Since I don?t know when Well, I?m stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin? on But I see a train a movin? On down to San Antone Bet there?s rich folks eatin? In some fancy dining car Probably drinkin? coffee And smokin? big cigars Well, I know, I had it comin? I know, I can?t be free But them people keep on movin? And that?s what tortures me 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 Every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and I cry If they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Bet I?d move it on a Little bit farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That?s where I long to stay And I?d let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away