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
