Lyrics of Folsom prison blues

I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round 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
And a train keeps a rollin' on down to san antone
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 just to watch him die
When i hear that whistle blowin' i hang my head and i cry
( dobro )
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well i know i had it comin' i know i can't be free
But those people keep on movin' that's what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison if 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 wanna stay
And i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away