I hear the train a comin`
It`s rollin` `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 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 cry
I bet there`s rich folks eatin`
In a fancy dining car
They`re probably drinkin` coffee

And smokin` big cigars
But I know I had it comin`
I know I can`t be free
But those people keep on movin`

And that`s what tortures me
If they freed me
from this prison
If that railroad train was mine

I bet I`d move on over little
Farther down the line yeah
Far from Folsom Prison
That`s where I long to be

And I`d let that lonesome whistle
Blow my Blues away