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 shot a man in Reno
just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing,
I hang my head and cry
Well I bet there's rich folks eating
in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking' coffee
and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving
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
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away
