Bob Dylan — Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend

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

I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on

And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone



When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry



I bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining cars

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

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

But I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures me



If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

You bet I moved it on a little further down the line

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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Songwriters: CASH, JOHNNY R.
Folsom Prison Blues lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.