I hear the train acoming it's rolling round the bend
and I ain't seen the sunshine sine 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 the 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 in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, 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