Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend But I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when 'Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone Well 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 And when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffeee and smokin' big cigars Well I know I had it comin' and I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine I'll bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay Then I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away --- Folsom Prison Blues - Nat Stuckey