Reverend And The Makers - Blue lyrics

Well 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. Because I'm stuck in folsom prison, And time keeps draggin on. But that train keeps rollin', On down to San Antone. When I was just a baby, My momma 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 blowin', I hang my head and cry. Well I bet you all them rich men Are in fancy dine-in cars. Probably drinking coffee, And smokin' big cigars. Well I know I had it comin'. I know I can't be free. But those people keep a movin', And that's what tortures me. Well if they freed me from this prison, And that railrod train was mine, You bet I'd move it farther, A little farther 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.