I hear that train a comin' it’s rollin' 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 dragging on But that freight train keeps a rolling on down to San Antone
Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
Bocephus be a good boy don’t ever play with guns
But I killed a man in Shreveport just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and I cry
I bet there’s rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They’re prob’ly drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming I know I can’t be free
But those people keep a moving and that’s what tortures me Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that’s where I wanna stay
Then Lord I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Oh Lord I’d let that lonesome whistle blow all my blues away
I'm a fan of metal music (thrash/heavy/death/nu). I used to think that there can't be anything better than metal music until I listened to Johnny Cash. Now, I can't stop myself from listening to all his songs on REPEAT.
Just watched Los Tigres Del Norte from Folsom Prison on “Netflix”.
God damn!!!! They definitely didn’t miss a beat, what a great way to honor Mr.Cash on the 50th anniversary of the Folsom concert