Folsom Prison Blues - Mike Farris

Can you hear the whistle blowing?

Rolling around the bend

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 Antoine

When I was just a baby

My mama said

Son, always be a good boy

Don’t ever play with guns

But I shot a man in Reno

Just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin'

I hang my head and cry

Well, there are rich people in there

In big fancy dining car

Bet they’re drinkin' coffee

Smokin' big cigars

I guess I had it comin'

I know I can’t be free

That train it keeps a-rollin'

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 on

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

I’d let that lonesome whistle

Blow my blues away