Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Brandi Carlile

I hear a train a-comin′
It's rollin′ 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since, I don′t know when

I′m stuck in Folsom Prison
Time keeps draggin' on
Oh, but I hear that whistle blowin′
Back home from San Antone
Get your hands in the air!

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
And when I hear that whistle blowin′
I hang my head and cry, oh yeah

Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin′
In some fancy dining car
And they're probably drinkin' whiskey
Smokin′ big cigars

Hell, I know I had it comin′
I know I can't be free
But those people keep on a-movin′
And that's what tortures me, woo-hoo

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I′d probably move along
A little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
Lord, I′m gonna let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away