Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Merle Haggard and The Strangers

I hear that train a comin′, it's comin′ 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don′t know when
I′m locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry

I bet there′s rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They′re probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well, I know I had it comin′, I know I can′t be free
But I hear that train a-rollin' and that′s what tortures me

Well, if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that′s where I long to be
And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away