Folsom Prison

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 draggin' on

But that train a-keeps rollin' on down in 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 cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars

Well, I know 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 railroad train was mine

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

Far from frozen prison

That's where I want to stay

And I let that lonesome west soul blow my blues away