Karaoké Thunder Cash '69 Cody Parks & The Dirty South

Well I hear that train a-coming

It's rolling '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 train keeps a-rolling on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mama told me son you always be a good boy

Don't you ever fuck with guns

But I shot a man in Muldrow just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowing

I hang my head and cry

Aaw

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably smoking reefer and drinking PBR

Well 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

Oh waw

Well if they freed me from this prison and 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 want to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

Living fast and dying young like a endless poetry

My motor-psycho nightmare freakout inside of me

My sole salvation liberation on the drive

The power of the blaster move me faster

Nineteen sixty-nine