Folsom Prison Blues

Folsom Prison Blues - George McAnthony

I hear the train a comin

Comin'round the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin'on

That train keeps a-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 folks eatin

In a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' whiskey

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 out 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