I Hear The Train A Comin'
It's Rolling 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
But 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 Blowing, I Hang My Head And Cry..
I Bet There's Rich Folks Eating In A Fancy Dining Car
They're Probably Drinkin' Coffee And Smoking Big Cigars.
Well I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can't Be Free
But Those People Keep A Movin'
And That's What Tortures Me...
Well If They'd Free Me From This Prison,
If That Railroad Train Was Mine
I Bet I'd Move Just A Little Further 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.....
