Testo Folsom Prison Blues

Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend 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-rolling on down to San An-tone Well, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Hon, always be a good girl, don't ever mess 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 Well, I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars but I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free but them people keep a-moving and that's what tortures me Well, if they freed me from this prison, if this railroad car was mine I know I'd move it on just a little farther down the line so far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away