I hear the train a comin', it's rollin' 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps 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 folk eatin' in a fancy dining car They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars But I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me Well, if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move on over 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