Who you trying to get crazy with Whitey
Don´t you know I´m loco?

I hear that train a-comin´
Comin´ around the bend
And I ain´t seen the sunshine
Since I don´t know when

I´m stuck in Folsom Prison
Time keeps draggin´ on
Andthat train just 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´
From a fancy dining car
They´re probably drinking whiskey
And smoking big cigars

Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can´t be free
Those people keep a-movin´
And that´s what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I´d probably move it just a little
Farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison
That´s where I long to stay
And I´d let that lonesome whistle
Blow out my blues away