Memories Of Folsom

These stone walls don't keep out the cold And the iron bars

don't bend

Just a heavy chain of the lies I told And a road

that's reached its end

I count the hours by the shadows cast And the weight of

all my years

Trapped inside a prison of my own past Drowning in these quiet

tears

But when the midnight sky turns black

A distant whistle starts to blow

Running down that rusted track To places I can never go

Hear that train whistle callin' my name Singin' a song of sorrow

and shame It's rollin' fast,

it's runnin' free While this cold iron holds onto me Oh,

let me ride that iron rail Far beyond this lonely jail

I remember when the grass was green Before I let the anger

take my hand

Now I'm a ghost in a dark machine

A stranger to the living land

My mother said to walk the narrow line But I took the

crooked path instead

Trading all my precious golden time For a heavy crown of lead

Hear that train whistle callin' my name Singin' a song of sorrow

and shame It's rollin' fast,

it's runnin' free While this cold iron holds onto me Oh,

let me ride that iron rail

Far beyond this lonely jail

Far beyond this jail

Hear it rollin' on

Just a ghost on the wind

And then it's gone