i hear the train a comin'

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 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

aw sue

i bet there's rich folks

eating in them fancy dining cars

they're probably drinkin'

coffee and smoking big cigars

well i know i had it coming

i know i can't be free

but that train keeps 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