Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round the bend



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



I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on



And a train 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 I cry



[ dobro ]



I 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 those people keep on movin' that's what tortures me



If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine



I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line



Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay



And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away