Folsom Prison

I hear the train's coming
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen no sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draging on
But that train keeps on rolling
on down at San Anton...

When I was just a baby
My momma 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 wistle blowing
I hang my head down and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating
in a fancy dinningcar
There probably drinking coffee
and smoking big cigars
I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep on moving
And that's what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison
If this railroad train was mine
I bet I moved it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
that's were I want to stay
And I let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away

greetz Tamara