Oh, I hear that train a-coming, coming on '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

but that train keeps a-rolling on down to San An-tone



Well, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Hon,

always be a good girl, don't ever mess 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



Well, I bet there's rich folk eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking fat cigars

but I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

but them people keep a-moving and that's what tortures me



Well, if they freed me from this prison, if this railroad car was mine

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

so far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay

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