I hear the train a comin'

Rollin' 'round the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when

Stuck at Folsom Prison

Time keep draggin' on

And the train keep a rollin'

On down to San Antone

When I was a baby my mama told me

"Son always be a good boy

And don't ever play with gun"

But I shot a man in Reno

Just to watch him die

When I hear the train a comin'

I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folk eatin'

In that fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' whiskey

And smokin' big cigars

I know I had it comin'

I know I can't be free

But those people keep on movin'

And that's what tortures me

Well if they free me from this prison

And the railroad train is mine

I'd move it on little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison

That's where I gonna stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

Oh blow blow my blues away