Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics by Kameron Marlowe
I hear the train a-comin’, it’s rolling ’round the bend
And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when
But I’m stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin’ on
But that train keeps a rollin’
On down to San Antone
When I was just a baby my mama told me, “Son
Always be a good boy, don’t you ever play with guns”
Oh, and I shot a man in Reno
Yeah, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing
I hang my head and cry
Well, I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars
Oh, I knew I had it coming
I know I can’t be free
But those people keep on movin’
And that’s what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I’d probably move it on a little farther down the line
Oh, and back in Folsom prison
That’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Yeah, yeah
And that damned old lonesome whistle
It better blow my blues away