Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin' it's rolling 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 draggin' on
But the 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"
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone

I bet there's rich fucks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
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

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone

If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone