Well I hear that train a comin' she's a rollin' on around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison oh the time keeps draggin' on
And that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone
Well now I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
I bet they're drinkin' coffee chewin' on big cigars
But I know I had it comin' now I know I can't be free
And that train keeps a movin' Lord that's what tortures me
Tell 'em guitar
Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don't you mess around with guns
But I shot a man in Reno stood there and watched him die
Now when I hear that whistle blowin' oh I hang my head and I cry
Well if they'd free me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on just a little bit farther down the line
Away from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay where I got to stay now
And then I'd let that lonesome whistle let that whistle blow all my blues away
Tell 'em son