Folsom Prison Blues

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 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 drinkin' coffee
 And smokin' big cigars
 But I know I had it comin'
 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 bet I'd move out over 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