Folsom prison. It's what's for breakfast.

I hear the change a comin. It's comin round the bend. But I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I woke early this morning and started working voratiously on cleaning up my files. Then I ended up in FB - go figure. There I found the beautiful people having their dinner in the dining car. There I saw that the birds are singing and people are moving in and out of various ventures of life. But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison. My mama told me to be good - yeah, but did I listen? Nope. I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. Now that man in Reno is buried and his family has these wonderful memories of him. Justified, right. And I deserve what I get, right? They can forget that I exist or hate me deliciously. It doesn't matter to anyone. Cause I'm stuck in Folsom Prison - Time keeps movin' on.
I'm not really a fan of country music, I just find it useful sometimes.