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