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 Now every time I hear that whistle 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...