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 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 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 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
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away