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 When i hear that whistle blowing, 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.....