Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash

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 at Folsom Prison and time keeps dragin’ on
But that train keeps 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 prob’ly 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 on 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



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