Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin round the bend,
And I ain't seen the
sunshine since...I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time
keeps dragging on,
But that train keeps a-rollin', on down to San
Anton.

When I was just a baby my mama told me, "Son,
"always be a
good boy, don't ever play with guns."
But I shoot 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 folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're
probably drinkin' coffee and smoking 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, if railroad
train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line.
Far
from Folson Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome
whistle blow my blues away.