Folsom Prison Blues - Bill Miller

Well I hear that train a comming its rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Yeah I'm stuck in folsom prison time keeps dragging on
But that train just keeps on rollin on down to san anton
When I was just a baby mama told me son
She said always be a good boy don't you ever play with guns
But I shoot a man in reno just to what he die
When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow I hang my head down and cry
Well I bet there's rich folk eating in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming I know I can't be free
But that train just keeps on rollin that's what tortures me
Keep on rollin
Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line
Far from folson prison is where I want to stay
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow blow my blues away
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow just blow my blues away