I hear a train a-comin', it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
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 blowing, I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
I bet they’re drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-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 it on a little farther down the linе
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I long to stay
And I'd let that lonеsome whistle blow my blues away