Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Merle Haggard Live! - Merle Haggard

I hear that train a comin', it's comin' 'round the bend 

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when 

I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on 

And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry 

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

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars 

Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free 

But I hear that train a-rollin' and that's what tortures me 

Well, if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine 

I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line 

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to be 

And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away