Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Bobby Bare

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 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', 

In a fancy dining car, 

They're probably drinkin' coffee, 

And smokin' big cigars, 

But I know I had it comin', 

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.