Folsom Prison Blues

<br>I hear the train a comin` rollin` round the bend<br>I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when<br>Well I`m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on<br>While a train keeps a rollin` on down to San Antone<br>Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son<br>Always be a good boy don`t ever play with guns<br>Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die<br>When I hear that whistle blowin` I hang my head and I cry<br>[ guitar ]<br>Well I`ll bet there`s rich folks eatin` in some fancy dining car<br>Probably drinkin` coffee and smokin` big cigars<br>Well I know I had it comin` I know I can`t be free<br>But those people keep a movin` that`s what tortures me<br>[ guitar ]<br>Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine<br>Bet I`d move it on a little farther down the line<br>Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stay<br>Then I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away