I hear the train a-comin, it's rollin 'round the bend,
and I aint seen the sunshine since I dont know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draaagin on,
But that train keeps a rollin on down to San an ton..
When I was just a baby, my momma 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 probly drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars,
well I know I had it comin, I know I cant be free,
But those people keep a movin and thats what tortures me.
Well if they free'd 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'd want to stay,
and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
Folsom Prison Blues -Johnny Cash
1932-2003 Rest in Peace.
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