Folsom Prison Blues / Mystery Train / American Nightmare Corey Taylor

I hear the train a comin', 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 draggin' on
When I hear that whistle blowing, down in San Antone

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 London just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, coming around, around the bend
Train train, coming around, around the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again

Are you motherfuckers ready?

Hot Chevy on a friday night
And the sweat drips down my spine
I put an axe in my baby's head
I'm gonna end up doing time
You look so good in red
American nightmare running scared