Folsom Prison Blues

[Intro] I hear the train a-coming, 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 dragging on But that train keeps a-rolling, on down to San Anton [Verse] 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep a-moving, 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