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
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
I bet there's rich folks eating
from a fancy dining car
They're probably
drinking coffee
and smoking 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