I hear the train a comin' It's rolling 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 anton. 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 Now every time i hear that whistle I hang my head and cry. I bet there's rich folks eating In a fancy dining car They're probably 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. Well, if they'd free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet i'd move just a little further 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...