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Introduction

Imagine sitting by an old radio, the kind that’s as much a piece of furniture as it is a device for tunes, and hearing the first haunting strains of Johnny Cash’s “Folsom Prison Blues.” This isn’t just any song; it’s a journey wrapped in rhythm and blues, taking you right into the heart of a man whose soul is as rugged as the bars of the prison he’s singing about.

Johnny Cash wrote “Folsom Prison Blues” in 1955, inspired by a crime film that stirred his empathy for the incarcerated. The song features a chugging train rhythm, which mimics the feeling of being on a relentless journey—much like the life of the prisoners it portrays. What sets this song apart isn’t just its catchy melody; it’s how Cash captures the raw, gritty essence of despair and longing for freedom. The line “I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die” sends a chill down the spine, offering a stark glimpse into the narrator’s regret and resignation.

But “Folsom Prison Blues” is more than a tale of woe. It’s a reflection of Cash’s deep connection with the underdog, his unapologetic honesty that resonates with anyone who’s ever felt trapped, whether by bars or by circumstances. This song, performed live at Folsom Prison in 1968, not only rejuvenated Cash’s career but also changed the way people viewed prisoners, highlighting themes of redemption and the human capacity for change.

Every time those soulful lyrics stream through the speakers, they bring with them a sense of solidarity and understanding—an acknowledgment that everyone, at some point, dreams of a train to carry them away to a better place.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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