| Song | Folsom Prison Blues |
| Artist | Katie Thompson |
| Album | Tall Poppy |
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| I hear the train a comin´ | |
| it´s rolling round the bend | |
| and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when, | |
| I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on | |
| but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton.. | |
| 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry.. | |
| I bet there´s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car | |
| they´re probably drinkin´ coffee 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... | |
| Well if they´d free me from this prison, | |
| if that railroad train was mine | |
| I bet I´d moved it all a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay | |
| and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... | |
| I bet I´d move just a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay | |
| and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... |
| I hear the train a comin | |
| it s rolling round the bend | |
| and I ain t seen the sunshine since I don t know when, | |
| I m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on | |
| but that train keeps a rollin on down to San Anton.. | |
| 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry.. | |
| I bet there s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car | |
| they re probably drinkin coffee 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... | |
| Well if they d free me from this prison, | |
| if that railroad train was mine | |
| I bet I d moved it all a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that' s where I want to stay | |
| and I d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... | |
| I bet I d move just a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that' s where I want to stay | |
| and I d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... |
| I hear the train a comin | |
| it s rolling round the bend | |
| and I ain t seen the sunshine since I don t know when, | |
| I m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin on | |
| but that train keeps a rollin on down to San Anton.. | |
| 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry.. | |
| I bet there s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car | |
| they re probably drinkin coffee 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... | |
| Well if they d free me from this prison, | |
| if that railroad train was mine | |
| I bet I d moved it all a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that' s where I want to stay | |
| and I d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... | |
| I bet I d move just a little further down the line | |
| far from Folsom prison, that' s where I want to stay | |
| and I d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away..... |