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 in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a 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 folks eatin', in a fancy dining car They're 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', 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 it on 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