Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Waylon Jennings
I hear the train a comin' 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 dragging on
While a train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns
Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry
[ guitar ]
Well I'll 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 those people keep a movin' that's what tortures me
[ guitar ]
Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay
Then I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Writer: CASH, JOHNNY R.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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