Folsom Prison

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 anton..
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´d free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet i´d move just a little further 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.....