Folsom Prison Blues (alternate take)

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 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', in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee, and smokin' big cigars

Well 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 it on a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom prison, that's where I long to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle, blow my blues away