Folsom Prison Blues
(John R.
Cash)
I hear the train a
comin'; it's rollin' 'round the
bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know
when
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps
draggin' on
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.
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
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and
cry.
I bet there's rich
folk eatin' in a fancy dining
car
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and
smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be
free
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures
me.
Well, if they freed me
from this prison, if that railroad train was
mine
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to
stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues
away
The International Submarine Band
"Safe At Home" Shiloh Records 1967
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