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 probally drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigarrs
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 on 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