Folsom Prison Blues

Well I hear that train a comin'

It's rollin' around the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when

Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on

That train keeps rollin'

On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby

My mama told me, "son,

Always be a good boy

Don't you ever play with guns"

But I shot a man in Reno

Just to watch him die

When I hear that lonesome whistle

I hang my head and cry

Well I bet there's rich folks eating

In a fancy dinin' car

I bet they're taking mushrooms

And smokin' big cigars

Well I know I had it comin'

I know I can't be free

Those people keep movin'

And that's what tortures me

If they free me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

You bet I'd move it on

A little farther down the line

Yeah, far from Folsom Prison

That's where I want to be

Well those people keep movin'

Goddammit, that's what tortures me