Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

I hear that train a-commin′, it's rollin′ around 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 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
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 dining car
They′re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But 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 that freed me from this prison
and 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