I hear that train a-coming
Rolling around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps dragging on
Lord, that train keeps a-moving
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 that man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I heard that lonesome whistle
I hang my head and cry
Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord now
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 be
Yeah, I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Yeah, if they free 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 be
Yeah, I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
Yeah
Blow my blues away