Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Blindside Blues Band

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...