I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round 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 Anton...
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 blowing,
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´d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little further 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