Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin' rollin' round the bend
 I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
 Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
 While a train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
 Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
 Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns
 Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
 When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry
 Well I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
 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' that's what tortures me
 Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
 Bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
 Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay
 Then I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away