Hello Well, I hear the train a comin' Rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine Since, I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom prison Time keeps draggin' on And I can hear that whistle blowin' On down to San Antone Oh, when I was just a baby My mama told me, "Son Always be a good boy Don't ever mess 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 Oh! Well, there's probably rich folks eatin' In a fancy dining car Probably drinkin' coffee And smokin' big cigars Bet you know I had it comin' You know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin' And that's what tortures me Yeah! If I get out from this prison And that railroad train was mine You know I'll keep it movin' 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! Come on! Yeah! Get me outta here Blow, whistle, blow