I’m stuck here in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin’ on
My heart keeps dreamin’ ‘bout my baby
Even though she’s now long gone
I’m crying ‘cause I’m so lonely
And I don’t know what to do
I guess I’ll have to burn the daylight hours
By finding a stud to screw
Sodomy, Sodom-you
I’ll Sodom-do anything that you want me to do
I’m looking for my Casanova
But all I can do is hope
That he might take advantage of me
When I drop my bar of soap
Last night a guard bent me over
And searched me without consent
It would have been better with some KY
‘Cause ketchup makes a bad lubricant
My cellmate he done and sold me
For whatever he could get
Who know that my little body
Was only worth a pack of cigarettes
Tomorrow I’m leaving Folsom Prison
And moving far away from here
I think that I might go to San Francisco
To be with all the other queers
