Bob Dylan - Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics
I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bendI ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know whenI'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging onAnd I hear that whistle blowing all down to San AntoneWhen I was just a baby my mamma told me: sonAlways be a good boy, don't ever play with gunsBut I shot a man in Reno just to watch him dieWhen I hear that train a-pulling I hang my head and cryI bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining carsThey're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigarsBut I know I had it coming, I know I can't be freeBut I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures meIf they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mineYou bet I moved it on a little further down the lineFar from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stayAnd I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away