Folsom Prison Blues

Who you trying to get crazy with Whitey

Don't you know I'm loco?



I hear that train a-comin'

Comin' around the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when



I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

Time keeps draggin' on

Andthat train just 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'

From a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking whiskey

And smoking big cigars



Well, I know I had it coming

I know I can't be free

Those people keep a-movin'

And that's what tortures me



If they freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

I'd probably move it just a little

Farther down the line



Far from Folsom Prison

That's where I long to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

Blow out my blues away