I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on
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 blow
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
Smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving
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