I hear my jail door open - It’s rusty dusty hinge
And I ain’t tasted freedom since... my drunken binge
I’m leaving Folsom Prison and life’s a drag race now
Cause my Vette's runnin' faster than the law will allow

Growing up alcoholic, I liked to hit the stuff
Always was a gambler - who never tried to bluff
Till I won it big in Reno, with a pair of fives
Now I hear my Stingray hummin’ - I thank God I’m alive

{Guitar}


I bet the warden’s jealous in his broken down Chevette
He’s probably thinking how I could afford a Corvette
But I won it fair from gamblin’, on my last drunken spree
Now the guards are green with envy, and that’s what pleasures me.

{Guitar}

Well, if I were to run this system, I’d repaint it wall to wall
I bet I’d give it a brand new chrome package down the halls
I like cherry apple, to bad I cannot stay
Yeah, I’d redo Folsom Prison like my Red Stingray