Waylon Jennings — Folsom Prison Blues

[Verse] I hear the train a coming It's rolling round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when Well, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps dragging on But I see a train a moving On down to San Antone Bet there's rich folks eating In some fancy dining car Probably drinking coffee And smoking big cigars Well, I know I had it coming I know I can't be free But them people keep on moving And that's what tortures me When I was just a baby My mama 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 Every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and I cry If they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Bet I'd move it on a Little bit farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison That's where I long to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle Blow my blues away...