Folsom Prison Blues

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
But I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling on down to San Antone

Oh-oh, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns"
Oh, I shot a man in Reno, hey, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistleblowing, I hang my head and cry

Whoa-whoa-oh

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Oh, I knew I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep on moving
And that's what tortures me

Whoa-whoa-oh

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I probably 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

(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

Whoa-whoa-oh, whoa-whoa-oh

And I'd damn the lonesome whistle
It better blow my blues away