I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' around me a bitAnd I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know whenI'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' onBut that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San AntoneWhen I was just a baby, my mama told me, sonAlways be a good boy, don't ever play with gunsBut I shot a man in Reno just to watch him dieWhen I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cryI bet there's rich folks here in a fancy dinin' carThey're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigarsWell, I knowI know I had it comin', I know I can't be freeBut those people keep a-movin' and that's what torches meWell, if they freed me from this prisonIf that railroad train was mineBet I'd move it on a little farther down the lineFar from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stayAnd I'd let that lonesome whistleBlowin' my blues away