Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von George Canyon

I hear the 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
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 blowin′
I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin′
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin′ big cigars

But I know I had it comin′
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 out over 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