Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Nat Stuckey

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

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

Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison time keeps draggin' on 

But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone 

Well 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 

And when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry 

[ harmonica ] 

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

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

Well I know I had it comin' and 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'll bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line 

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay 

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