Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Singles - Iris Dement

Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on 'round the bend 

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-rolling on down to San An-tone 

Well, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Hon, 

always be a good girl, don't ever mess 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 

Well, I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car 

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars 

but I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free 

but them people keep a-moving and that's what tortures me 

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if this railroad car was mine 

I know I'd move it on just a little farther down the line 

so far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay 

and I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away