
we turn away,
walk away,
run away
toward the horizon in our minds
we turn away,
walk away,
run away
toward the horizon in our minds
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…..
Folsom Prison Blues written by Johnny Cash, 1955