see that he was nearly dead I knelt down beside him and I listened Just to hear the words the dying fellow said He said, "They let me out of prison
I hear the train a comin' it's rollin 'round the bend And I a'int seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps
Ten years ago on a cold dark night Someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who
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
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna
Look a-yonder comin', comin' down that railroad track Hey, look a-yonder comin', comin' down that railroad track It's the Orange Blossom Special bringin
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go
My bills are all due and the babies need shoes But I'm busted Cotton is gone down to a quarter a pound And I'm busted I got a cow that's gone dry and
his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy have mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom
Well he's not very handsome to look at Oh he's shaggy and he eats like a hog And he's always killin' my chickens That dirty old egg-suckin' dog Egg-suckin
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
On a Monday, I was arrested, uh, huh On a Tuesday, they locked me in the jail, poor boy On a Wednesday, my trial was attested On a Thursday, they said
Inside the walls of prison my body may be But my Lord has set my soul free There's a Greystone chapel here at Folsom A house of worship in this den of
There is a lot of strange men in cell block ten But the strangest of them all Was a friend of mine, who spent his time Staring at the wall Staring at
After seven years behind these bars together I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go If only I had not tried to escape They'd barred
Oh, come all you young fellers, young and so fine Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream
Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.Is Joe still here...Joe Bean?Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they
From the back door of your life, you swept me out dear In the bread line of your dreams, I lost my place At the table of your love, I got the brush off
