Folsom Prison Blues - Gordon Calcotte
I hear the train a coming
It's rolling around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps dragging on
But the train keeps rolling
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 the whistle blowing
I hang my head and I cry
I bet there's rich folks eating
From fancy dining car
There're probably drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But these people keep on moving
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad car was mine
I bet I move it on
A little further down the line
Far from folsom prison
That's where I want to stay
I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away