Folsom Prison Blues

Lord, I hear the train a-comin', it's goin' 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine, don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on
Lord, that train keeps a-movin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my mama said, "Now, son
Come on, be a good boy, don't ever play with guns"
Thank God that man, just a-watching time
Lord, I hear that lonesome whistle, hang my head and I cry
Aw, cradle, yeah

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, now
If that railroad train was mine
I said I'd move it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I long to be
I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Ah, yeah

Yeah, now free me from this prison
And if that railroad train was mine
I said I'd move it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to be
Lord, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Yeah, blow my blues away, blow it away now, boys