i hear the train a comin'
it's rollin round the bend
and i ain't seen the sunshine
since i don't know when
i'm stuck in folsom prison
and time keeps draggin on
but that train keeps a rollin
on down to san antone
when i was just a baby
my mama told me son
always be a good boy
don't ever play with guns
but i shot a man in reno
just to watch him die
when i hear that whistle blowin
i hang my head and cry
i bet there's rich folks eatin'
in a fancy dining car
they're probably drinkin'coffee
and smokin'big cigars
but i know i had it comin'
i know i can't be free
but those people keep a movin'
and that's what tortures me
well if they freed me from this prison
if that railroad train was mine
i bet i'd move out over a little
farther down the line
far from folsom prison
that's where i want to stay
and i'd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away
