Folsom Prison Blues Lyric by The Band

Folsom Prison Blues Lyric

by The Band

Lyric:



I Hear That Train A-rolling, It's A-rolling Round The Bend

I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When

I'm Stucked In Folsom Prison And Time Keeps Dragging On

And I Hear That Whistle Blowing All Down To San Antone



When I Was Just A Baby My Momma Told Me: 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 Train A-pulling I Hang My Head And Cry



I Bet There's Rich Folks Eating In Their Fancy Dining Cars

They're Probably Drinking Coffee And Smoking Big Cigars

But I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can't Be Free

But The People Keep A-moving, And That's What Tortures Me



If They'd Free Me From This Prison, If That Railroad Train Was Mine

You Bet I Moved It On A Little Further 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