I hear the train a-comin'
Rollin' round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps a-dragging on
But the people keep on moving On down to San Antonio
When I was just a baby My mama told me, son
You 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
Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin'
On a fancy-dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee And smokin' fat cigars
Well, I guess I had it comin'
I know I can't be free
But the people keep on moving
And that's what torches me
And that's what torches me
If they freed me from this prison If the railroad train were mine
I bet I'd move it on 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,
yeah
Blow my blues away Blow my blues away
Blow my blues away
I hear the train a-comin'