Album: Folsom Prison Blues/I'm a Long Way from Home [Coll
(Paul Clayton)
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
High sheriff and police are ridin' after me
Ridin' after me oh they're ridin' after me
High sheriff and police are ridin' after me
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Papa writes to Johnny Johnny can't come home
No Johnny can't come home, ahah, Johnny can't come home
Papa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on that chain gang too long.
Gotta see my baby gotta see her bad
Gotta see her bad oh I gotta see her bad
Gotta see my baby gotta see her bad
She's the best friend this poor boy ever had.
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on...