I hear the train a coming
it's rolling '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 dragging on
But that train keeps a rolling
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 shoot 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 eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
and smoking 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
