About the song
Let’s delve into the timeless classic, “Folsom Prison Blues” by the legendary Johnny Cash. This iconic song, penned by Cash himself, serves as a quintessential representation of the country music genre, resonating with audiences for generations. Released in 1955 as part of his debut album, “With His Hot and Blue Guitar,” this track catapulted Cash into the spotlight, earning him widespread recognition and acclaim.
In “Folsom Prison Blues,” Cash masterfully weaves a narrative that reflects the struggles of a man incarcerated in Folsom Prison, longing for freedom and redemption. His deep, resonant voice coupled with the twang of his guitar creates a haunting atmosphere that transports listeners to the heart of the prison walls.
This song not only showcases Cash’s musical prowess but also highlights his ability to connect with audiences on a deeply emotional level. It climbed the charts upon its release, reaching significant positions on various music charts, solidifying Cash’s status as a rising star in the music industry.
Over the years, “Folsom Prison Blues” has cemented its place as one of Cash’s most beloved and enduring hits. Its influence transcends time and genre, earning it a spot in the pantheon of iconic American music. From its humble beginnings to its lasting legacy, this song continues to captivate audiences worldwide, proving that Johnny Cash’s musical genius knows no bounds.
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Lyrics
I hear the 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 draggin’ on
But that train keeps a-rollin’
On down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
My Mama 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
I bet there’s rich folks eatin’
In a fancy dining car
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee
And smokin’ big cigars
But 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
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move out over 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