Folsome Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin?
It's rollin? round the bend
An' I ain?t seen the sunshine
Since I don?t know when
I am 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 gun
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?re rich folks eatin?
In a fancy dining car
They?re prob?ly drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming
I know I can?t be free
But those people keep on movin?
And that?s what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine,
I've bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line.
Far from Folsom Prison
That?s where I want to stay
And let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away