I hear that train a comin' rollin' around 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 that train keeps a movin' on down to San Antone

When I was a baby my mama told me son

Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns

But I shot a cat in Reno just to watch him die

Yeah I know I had it comin' I hang my head and cry

[ dobro - harmonica ]

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

Prob'ly drinkin' coffeee and smokin' big cigars

Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison that's where I'll always be

And them people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me

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

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

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay

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