I got my ticket out, new suit, new shoes
I got my walkin' papers and that's the hard truth
My baby's gone and free'd me, dosn't need me anymore
Said my time was up, I best be moving on

Passing by San Quintin on a south bound bus
On to San Francisco, there's old Alcatraz
Rolling into Folsom singing Johnny Cash
No more ball and chain, I'm a free woman
yea, yea, yea, yeah.

Buzzards flying overhead, the sky is blue
Free woman whistling a jail house tune
My man he turned me loose, someone else has got my cell
It's all behind me now, I'll just be moving on