Folsom prison – folkstuff

Well I hear that train a-coming
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
Well I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin on
And 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 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 there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're prob'ly drinkin coffee
Smoking fat cigars
Well I know I had it coming
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 that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on
A little further down the line
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I wanna stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away.