Folsom Prison Dub

I hear the train a comin'
 it's rolling round the bend
 well I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
 but I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
 but I hear the train a rollin' on down to San Anton.
 when I was just a baby my mama told me. son,
 always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns.
 but I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
 and I hear the whistle blowing, I my head and cry.
 I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
 they're probably drinkin' whiskey 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...
 and if they'd free me from this prison,
 if that railroad train were mine
 I bet I'd move a little on a little farther down the line
 far from folsom prison, that's where I want to be
 and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...