Song | Folsom Prison Blues (Live) |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | The Man In Black - His Greatest Hits |
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I hear the train a-comin' | |
It's rollin' 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 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 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' | |
From a fancy dining car | |
They're probably drinking coffee | |
And smoking big cigars | |
Well I know I had it coming | |
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 it on | |
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 |
I hear the train acomin' | |
It' s rollin' 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 draggin' on | |
But that train keeps arollin' | |
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' | |
From a fancy dining car | |
They' re probably drinking coffee | |
And smoking big cigars | |
Well I know I had it coming | |
I know I can' t be free | |
But those people keep amovin' | |
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 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 |
I hear the train acomin' | |
It' s rollin' 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 draggin' on | |
But that train keeps arollin' | |
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' | |
From a fancy dining car | |
They' re probably drinking coffee | |
And smoking big cigars | |
Well I know I had it coming | |
I know I can' t be free | |
But those people keep amovin' | |
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 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 |