Slim Harpo - Folsom Prison Blues lyrics

I hear the train a comin', rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when Stuck at Folsom Prison, time keep draggin' on And the train keep a rollin' on down to San Antone When I was a baby, my mama told me "Son, always be a good boy and don't ever play with gun" But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die When I hear the train a comin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folk eatin' in that fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smokin' big cigars I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free But those people keep on movin' and that's what tortures me Well, if they free me from this prison and the railroad train is mine I'd move it on little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I gonna stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle, oh, blow, blow my blues away