Folsom Prison Blues Waylon Jennings

[Verse]
I hear the train a coming
It's rolling 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 dragging on
But I see a train a moving
On down to San Antone
Bet there's rich folks eating
In some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But them people keep on moving
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...