Folsom Prison Blues by Waylon Jennings

I hear the train a comin’
It’s rollin’ 'round the bend
I ain’t seen the sunshine
Since I don’t know when

Well, I’m stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin’ on
But I see a train a movin’
On down to San Antone

Bet there’s rich folks eatin’
In some fancy dining car
Probably drinkin’ coffee
And smokin’ big cigars

Well, I know, I had it comin’
I know, I can’t be free
But them people keep on movin’
And that’s what tortures me

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
Every time I hear that whistle
I hang my head and I cry

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet I’d move it on a
Little bit farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
That’s where I long to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away

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