I HEAR
THE TRAIN A-COMIN'
IT'S ROLLIN'
AROUND 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 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 BLOWIN'
I HANG MY HEAD AND CRY
SUEY
I BET THERE'S
RICH FOLKS EATIN'
FROM A FANCY DININ' CAR
THEY'RE PROBABLY
DRINKIN' COFFEE
AND SMOKIN' BIG CIGARS
WELL I KNOW
I HAD IT COMIN'
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