Merle Haggard - Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

I hear that train a-coming
It's coming around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm locked in Folsom Prison and
Time keeps dragging on
And I hear that train a-rolling
On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my mama told me
"Son always be a good boy and
Don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that lonesome whistle
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks 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 I hear that train a-rolling
And that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison
And that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a
Little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I long to be
And let that train keep rolling
And roll my blues away