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 shoot 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 eatin' 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 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