Ektomorf - Folsom Prison Blues lyrics
[Ektomorf - Folsom Prison Blues lyrics]
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
But that train keeps a
Rollin' on down to San Antone
A-one, two a-one, two, three, four
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy, oh
Don’t ever play with guns"
But, I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear those whistles blowing
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and
Smoking big cigars
Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can’t be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a
Little farther down that line
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
To blow my blues away
Blow it away blow it away
Blow it away yeah