Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von The Highwaymen

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.