Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics
I hear the train a comin', rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Stuck at Folsom Prison, time keep draggin' on
And the train keep a rollin' on down to San Antone
When I was a baby, my mama told me
"Son, always be a good boy and don't ever play with gun"
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear the train a comin' I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folk eatin' in that fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smokin' big cigars
I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But those people keep on movin' and that's what tortures me
Well, if they free me from this prison and the railroad train is mine
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I'd move it on little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I gonna stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle, oh, blow, blow my blues away
