Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Love, War, And The Ghost Of Whitey Ford - Everlast

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, 

I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on 

But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton... 

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 

Now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry... 

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car 

They're probably drinkin' 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'd free me from this prison 

If that railroad train was mine 

I bet I'd move just 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...