Folsom Prison Blues

I bet there's rich folks eatin'
“Always be a good boy

Far from Folsom Prison
Well I know I had it coming

But I shot a man in Reno
And smoking big cigars
On down to San Antone
But that train keeps a-rollin'
I hang my head and cry
But those people keep a-movin'
If that railroad train was mine
They're probably drinking coffee
Well if they freed me from this prison
That's where I want to stay
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
Don't ever play with guns”
I bet I'd move it on

And that's what tortures me
And time keeps draggin' on
A little farther down the line
When I hear that whistle blowin'
Since I don't know when
I know I can't be free
Just to watch him die

From a fancy dining car
When I was just a baby
And I ain't seen the sunshine

My mama told me, son

And I'd let that lonesome whistle