I hear the train a comin?

it?s rolling 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 Anton..

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

now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..



I bet there?s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

they?re probally drinkin? coffee and smoking big cigarrs.

Well I know I had it coming, I know I can?t be free

but those people keep a movin?

and that?s what torture means...



Well if they?d free me from this prison,

if that railroad train was mine

I bet I?d move just a little further down the line

far from Folsom prison is where I long to stay

and I?d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away