Folsom Prison Blues

I'm not Johnny Cash!

always be a good boy don't ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die

and when i hear that whistle blowing i hang my head and cry

I bet that rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

Probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

But I knew I had it coming I know I can't be free

But those people keep moving And that's what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that rail train was mine,

I'd find I'm moving on, A little farther down the line,

Apart from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay,

And I'll let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away.