Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

I hear the train a coming
Its rolling doen the ben
And i aint seen the sunshine since
I dont know when

Im stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps dragging on,
But that train keeps a rolling
Down on that San Antone

When I was just a baby
My mama told me son,
Always be good boy,
Dont ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin
I hang my head and cry

(geetar sounds)

I bet theres rich eating in a fancy dining car, there probably drinking coffee,
And smoking big cigars oh I know I had it coming,
I know I cant be free
But those people keep on movin
And thats what tortures me

(More geetar soundz))

Well if they free me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet ill move along a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison