Artist: Brian Hyland   Title: Folsom prison   -----------------      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 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.....