La Prisión de Folsom

When I was a child my mother used to tell me
Son, don't play with guns and she gave me her blessing

The train is coming, I can already hear it
I don't know since when, I've seen the Sun shine
Because I'm still trapped watching life go by in the prison
Years go by, the train keeps moving towards San Anto'

When I was a little boy my mother used to tell me
Weapons, my son, I don't want them for you
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
And the sound of the shot in my head still lingers here

Today I think about those people on that train
Spending their money on luxury and fun
That's what tortures me, knowing they continue their journey while I
Stay in Folsom Prison without even seeing the Sun

Here I am ending with great disillusionment
I know there's no room for me on that train
Because I've accepted that I'll never leave this prison and
I'll never forget that sad whistle, never forget it