Folsome Prison Blues Lyrics - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

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 dragging 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 shoot 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 folk eatin' in a fancy dining car 

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars 

Well 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 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