Hello, I'm Johnny Cash, I hear the train a-comin', 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 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 smoking big cigars Well, I know I had it coming, 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 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 Oh come all you young fellers so young and so fine Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine It'll form as a habit and seep in your soul Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal Where it's dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few Where the rain never falls the sun never shines It's a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine Well it's many a man that I've seen in my day (uh huh no laughin' during this song please, his who-, it's bein' recorded, hell, dont you know its recorded?) Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine A man will have lust for the lure of the mine And pray when I'm dead and my ages shall roll That my body would blacken and turn into coal Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home And pity the miner digging my bones Where it's dark as a dungeon Thank you very much, thank you very much I'm sorry for that little interuption there But I'd like to tell you that this show is being recorded For an album being released on Columbia Records So you can't say hell or [REDACTED] or anything like that How's that grab you, Bob? They'll probably take that word out of it At my door the leaves are falling A cold wild wind will come Sweethearts walk by together And I still miss someone I go out on a party And look for a little fun But I find a darkened corner 'Cause I still miss someone Oh, no I never got over those blue eyes I see them every where I miss those arms that held me When all the love was there I wonder if she's sorry For leavin' what we'd begun There's someone for me somewhere And I still miss someone Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run, but I ran too slow They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico Laid in the hot joints takin' the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down" Said, "Yes, sir, yes, my name is Willy Lee If you've got the warrant, just read it to me Shot her down because she made me slow I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more" When I was arrested, I was dressed in black They put me on a train and it took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' 'bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Hopped and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said, "Come on you dirty heck into that district court" Into the courtroom, my trial began Where I was handled by 20 honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about In about five minutes in walked the man Holding the verdict in 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 pen' 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down Come on, you gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be These men have receptions Mat Lock 850632 and Bad Shoulder 839879 They have receptions Yeah, I doubt that 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 Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I've got 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I've got 22 minutes to go Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch with 21 minutes to go And I sent for the mayor but he's out to lunch I've got 20 more minutes to go Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die got 19 minutes to go So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye got 18 minutes to go Now hear comes the preacher for to save my soul with 13 minutes to go And he's talking bout' burnin' but I'm so cold I've 12 more minutes to go Now they're testin' the trap and it chills my spine 11 more minutes to go And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine got 10 more minutes to go Well I'm waitin' on the pardon that'll set me free with 9 more minutes to go But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose got 5 more minutes to go Won't somebody come and cut me loose with 4 more minutes to go I can see the mountains I can see the skies with 3 more minutes to go And it's to dern pretty for a man that don't want to die 2 more minutes to go I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows 1 more minute to go And now I'm swingin' and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! Thank you very much I'd like to do another song here featuring the harominic-eye And then I wanna, get the stool there and sit down and do some slow ballad-type songs We wanted to do for this album, and especially for you- What'd I do with my list over there? My idiot sheet Throwe'd it on the floor, damnit! How ya doing Shirley?