I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin' 'round
the bend
And I ain't seen
the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm stuck at
Folsom Prison and
time keeps draggin' on
But that train
keeps 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 folk
eatin' in a fancy
dining car
They're prob'ly
drinkin' coffee and
smokin' big cigars
But 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 all
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