Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics - Bill Miller

Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend 

I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when 

Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on 

But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton 

When I was just a baby, mama told me son 

She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns 

But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die 

When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry 

Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car 

Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars 

Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free 

But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me 

Keep on rollin... 

Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine 

I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line 

Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay 

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away 

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away