Bob Dylan — Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a-coming, it's coming round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on And that train keeps on rolling down to San Antone When I was just a baby my mamma told me; "Son Always be a good boy, don't fool around with guns" But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eating in fancy dining cars I bet they're drinking coffee and smoking big cigars I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, I know I can't be free But those people keep a-moving, and that's what torture me Well if they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine You bet I moved it on down, a little further down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away