Folsom Prison Blues I hear the train a comin' It's rolling 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee 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 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 want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away