Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues

I've been listening to this song a lot while writing, lately. I'm not huge on the country sound, but you can hardly say that Johnny Cash plays by its rules. The version available on Cash's vevo is a strange remix that reminds me what a DJ did to Elvis Presley's A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION a few years ago. Now I don't find the said remixes to be bad songs per se, but maybe they lack respect to the original version. Here's a version that I find to be less similar to the original in its form, but that carries its spirit better. It's a song about regrets, life on the fringes of society and how men do violence to themselves. It has to have an organic feeling to it. Here it for you, on this beauitful, frozen Sunday.

Johnny Cash - FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

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.