Folsom Prison Blues

Well, I hear that train a-coming, coming round the bend
 I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
 But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on
 
 And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone
 When I was just a baby my mama told me
 "Son, always be a good boy, don't fool around with guns"
 But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
 
 When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry
 Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars
 I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
 But oh, and I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free
 But those people keep a-moving, and that's what torture to me
 Well, if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
 They bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line
 Oh far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay
 But I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away