merle haggard
folsom prison blues
I hear that train a comin', it's comin' 'round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry  I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free But I hear that train a-rollin' and that's what tortures me  Well, if they freed me from this prison and 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 long to be And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away