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 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 drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
But 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 free they'd me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet '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
