I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' around me a bit
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 here in a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well, I know
I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin', and that's what torches me
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on a little farther 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