Letras:Waylon Jennings. Folsom Prison Blues.

I hear the train a comin?
It?s rollin? 'round the bend
I ain?t seen the sunshine
Since I don?t know when

Well, I?m stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin? on
But I see a train a movin?
On down to San Antone

Bet there?s rich folks eatin?
In some fancy dining car
Probably drinkin? coffee
And smokin? big cigars

Well, I know, I had it comin?
I know, I can?t be free
But them people keep on movin?
And that?s what tortures me

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
Every time I hear that whistle
I hang my head and I cry

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet I?d move it on a
Little bit farther 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