Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fulsom Prison Blues, artist - Merle Haggard. Date of issue: 02.03.1988
Song language: English
Fulsom Prison Blues |
| 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 |