Bob Dylan - Folsom Prison Blues (Outtake)
Are you rolling
I hear that train a-rolling
It's rolling round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
Time keeps dragging on
But I hear that whistle blowing on that san antone
When I was just a baby my mamma told me son
Always be a good boy don't ever fool around 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 fancy dining cars
And they're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
While I know I had to come in
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving
And that's what tortures me alright
Well if they'd free me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
If I moved it on down
A little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that's where I longed to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Oh blow down
