Lyrics Folsom Prison Dub - Stick Figure

I hear the train a comin′
It's rolling round the bend
Well I ain′t seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
But I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin′ on
But I hear the train a rollin′ on down to San Anton.
When I was just a baby my mama told me. son,
Always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
And I hear the whistle blowing, I my head and cry.
I bet there′s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin′ whiskey and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin′
And that's what tortures me...
And if they'd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train were mine
I bet I′d move a little on a little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison, that′s where I want to be
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...