Folsom Prison Blues (Live) - 1993 Version Lyrics
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,
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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.
