Folsom Prison Blues Ramblin' Jack Elliott
"Folsom Prison Blues" by Ramblin' Jack Elliott, released in 1961, is a #Country song that captures the sorrow of a prisoner reflecting on lost freedom and regret. The lyrics convey themes of confinement, remorse, and longing for redemption. Unique elements include its haunting guitar riff and storytelling style. The song has become emblematic of the prison experience in American culture.
[Intro]
I hear the train a-coming, 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 dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling, on down to San Anton
[Verse]
When I was just a baby my mama told me, "Son
"always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns."
But I shoot 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 folk eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison, if railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folson Prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
I hear the train a-coming, 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 dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling, on down to San Anton
[Verse]
When I was just a baby my mama told me, "Son
"always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns."
But I shoot 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 folk eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison, if railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folson Prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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