Well I Hear That Train a Comming, Its Rollin Round the Bend I Ain't Seen the Sunshine Since, I Don't Know When Yeah I'm Stuck in Folsom Prison, Time Keeps Dragging On But That Train Just Keeps On Rollin, On Down to San Anton When I Was Just a Baby, Mama Told Me Son She Said Always Be a Good Boy, Don't You Ever Play With Guns But I Shoot a Man in Reno, Just to What He Die When I Hear That Lonesome Whitsle Blow, I Hang My Head Down and Cry Well I Bet Theres Rich Folk Eating in Some Fancy Dining Car Probably Drinking Coffee, Smoking Big Cigars Well I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can't Be Free But That Train Just Keeps On Rollin, Thats What Tortures Me Keep On Rollin... Well If They Freed Me From That Prison and That Railroad Train Was Mine I Bet I Move It On Just a Little Farther Down That Line Far From Folson Prison Is Where I Want to Stay Well I Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow, Blow My Blues Away Well I Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow, Just Blow My Blues Away