Well I hear that train a comin' 

It's rollin' round the bend, 

And I ain't seen the sunshine, 

Since I dont know when. 



Because I'm stuck in folsom prison, 

And time keeps draggin on. 

But that train keeps rollin', 

On down to San Antone. 



When I was just a baby, 

My momma 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. 



Well I bet you all them rich men 

Are in fancy dine-in cars. 

Probably drinking coffee, 

And smokin' big cigars. 



Well I know I had it comin'. 

I know I can't be free. 

But those people keep a movin', 

And that's what tortures me. 



Well if they freed me from this prison, 

And that railrod train was mine, 

You bet I'd move it farther, 

A little farther down the line. 



Far from folsom prison, 

That's where I want to stay. 

And I'd let that lonesome whistle 

Blow my blues away.