Folsom Prison Blues (Live)

I hear the train a-comin'

It's rollin' around 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'

From a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee

And smoking big cigars

Well I know I had it coming

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 it on

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