I hear the train a coming, 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 dragging on

But that train keeps a rolling 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.

Well I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking' coffee and smoking big cigars

Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

But those people keep a-moving

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.