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 a-rollin' 
 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 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 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 that railroad train was mine 
 I bet I'd move out over 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