Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

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 at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.But that train keeps 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 folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,But those people keep a movin', 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 on 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.The International Submarine Band"Safe At Home" Shiloh Records 1967