I hear the train a comin' rollin' round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on While a train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry Well I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car 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' that's what tortures 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 long to stay Then I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away