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     alles-uke.de