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 Anton
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 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'd free me
From this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it all a little
Further 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
