Apple Prison Blues by Philip Elmer-DeWitt @FortuneMagazine January 27, 2013, 11:34 PM EST E-mail Tweet Facebook Google Plus Linkedin Share icons Cash performing for inmates at Folsom Prison in 1968. Photo: Sony BMG FORTUNE — Reader Tim Martin, who says he’s made a killing lately on Apple AAPL puts, has rewritten Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues for his friends on the other side of those trades: Apple Prison Blues I hear my iPhone ringin’ My broker’s on the line Lord I ain’t seen a rally, and I doan like to whine, But I’m stuck in Apple prison, and it is not so fine But that Nasdaq keeps a fallin’, and Cramer can’t say why… When I was just a baby my mama told me. Doc, Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with stocks. But I bought a thousand AAPL, just to watch it die When I hear that margin callin’, I hang my head and cry… Sooo I bet there’s rich folks eating from a fancy Goldman car They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars. Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be rich But those brokers keep a sellin’ And that’s a real bitch… Well if they freed me from this prison, If that Goldman train was mine I’d take it up to Napa, and load it full of wine Far from Apple prison, that’s where I want to stay And I’d let a jug of Merlot wash my blues away…..