I hear the train a comin
Its rolling round the bend
And I aint seen the sunshine since I dont know when
Im 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, dont 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 theres rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
Theyre probably drinkin coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I cant be free
But those people keep a movin
And thats what tortures me…
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet Id move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, thats where I want to stay
And Id let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away…