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 probally drinkin` coffee
And smoking big cigarrs
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 over 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