Testo Folsome Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin? It's rollin? round the bend An' I ain?t seen the sunshine Since I don?t know when I am 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 gun 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?re rich folks eatin? In a fancy dining car They?re prob?ly drinking coffee And smoking big cigars Well I know I had it coming I know I can?t be free But those people keep on movin? And that?s what tortures me Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine, I've bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line. Far from Folsom Prison That?s where I want to stay And let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away