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.