Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Small Town Titans

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