Folsom Prison Blues

I hear a train a-comin′, rollin' around the bend I ain′t seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom prison, time keeps draggin′ by But when I hear that train a-movin′ God, I hang, I hang, I hang my head and cry You know, I bet there's rich folks eatin′ in a fancy dinin' car They drinking Jack Daniels a-whiskey, smoking big caboose cigars Stuck in Folsom prison, time keeps draggin′ on Every time I think of them women God, I think of good ol' San Antone Yeah! Well, now, when I was just a baby, Baby Mama, she told me, son You oughta be a good boy, Jerry, don′t no a-play with guns Shot a boy in Memphis, I didn't mean just to watch him die Oh, when I think of good ol' Memphis, Tennessee I hang my head and I cry Pick it, son! Now, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train were mine I′d move it on, just a little further down the line Far from Folsom prison, that′s where ol' Killer needs to be ′Cause them women keep a-movin' Lordy, Lordy, that what tortures Jerry Lee My God, they ain′t gon' free me from this prison And that railroad train ain′t mine I know they ain't a-gonna let ol' Jerry get no further down the line Far from Folsom prison, ain′t no gonna be Woo, God, them women keep on movin′ Thank God, that tortures Rockin' Jerry Lee Come on, rock it for ya, now!