Alan Ladd - Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics

I hear the train a coming rolling '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 dragging on
And that 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
But when I hear that whistle blowing
I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep moving
And that's what tortures me (Tortures)

And if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
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

Yeah, I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away