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 blowing I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars

Well I know I had it coming 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 it on 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