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 shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing
I hang my head and cry
Well, I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
I bet they're drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
I guess I had it coming
And I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving
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 on
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