Folsom Prison Blues (Live)

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 in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps on 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' in a fancy dining car They're 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 on 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 IT on a little further 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