Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Bob Dylan & The Band

Well, I hear that train a-coming, coming round the bend
I ain′t seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I′m stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on
And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone


When I was just a baby my mama told me
"Son, always be a good boy, don't fool around 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

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars
I bet they′re drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But oh, and I′m stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving, and that′s what torture to me

Well, if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
They bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line
Oh far from Folsom Prison that′s where I want to stay
But I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away