I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin 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-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 shoot a man in Reno, just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars Well I know I had it comin', 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 railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folson Prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away