Well 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 draggin' on
But that train keeps on movin'
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 blowin'
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it comin'
I cannot be free
But those people keep on movin'
That's what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train were mine
You know I'd move it on a little
Farther down the line
Far away from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my Blues away
