Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash, 1953
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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.
But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my momma 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 whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folk eatin, in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee, and smokin' big cigars.
But 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 that 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.