Everlast Folsom Prison Blues

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 arollin, 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 amovin, 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.