Folsom Prison Blues - David Allan Coe

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 Reno, Lord just to watch him die

Now I’m in the Folsom Prison, I’m starin at the sky

I hear the train a comin, it’s rollin round the bend

And I ain’t seen the sunshine woman, since I don’t know when

I’m stuck in Folsom prison, the time keeps draggin on

And those wheels keep rollin on down to San Antone

If they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine

You can bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison, that’s where I long to be

And those wheels keep rollin, Lord they would not torture me

I know there’s rich folks out there in those fancy dining cars

I know they’re drinkin coffee lord, smokin big cigars

But I know I had it comin, I know I can’t be free

But those wheels keep rollin, Lord that’s what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine

You can bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison, that’s where I long to be

And those wheels keep rollin, Lord theyw ould not torture me

I hear the train a-comin, it’s rollin round the bend

And I ain’t seen the sunshine woman since I don’t know when

Well I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on

And those wheels keep rollin on down to San Antone

I hear the train a-comin, it’s rollin round the bend

And I ain’t seen the sunshine woman since I don’t know when

Well I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on

And those wheels keep rollin on down to San Antone

I don’t care if I do die, do die, do die, do die, do die