I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on

And a 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 I cry

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I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car

Probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars

Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free

But those people keep on movin' that's what tortures me

If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away