Bill Miller Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend 



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



Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on 



But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton 







When I was just a baby, mama told me son 



She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns 



But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die 



When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry 







Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car 



Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars 



Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free 



But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me 







Keep on rollin... 







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



I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line 



Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay 



Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away 







Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away