Carl Perkins — Folsom Prison Blues

Well, I hear the train a coming It's rolling around the bend I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when Lord, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps dragging on While that train keeps on rolling On down to San Antone Well, I bet there's rich folks eating In a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee And smoking big cigars Lord, I know I had it coming I know I just can not be free But those people keep on moving Baby, that's what tortures me When I was a baby My mama told me, "Son" Said, "I want you to be a good boy I don't want you to play with guns" But I shot a man in Reno I shot him just to watch him die Lord, he died Yes, he died And that train keeps on rolling I hang my lonesome head and cry Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Oh, I'd movе it on Just a little bit further down the linе Far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my lonesome blues away