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 draggin' on.
Beside a Singin' Mountain Stream. Where the Willow grew. Where the Silver Leaf of Maple. Sparkled in the Mornin' Dew. I braided Twigs of Willows. Made a String of Buckeye Beads.