I hear the train a comin' 
It's rolling 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 Anton.. 
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 blowing I hang my head and cry.. 
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car 
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars. 
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free 
But those people keep a movin' 
And that's what tortures me... 
Well if they'd free me from this prison, 
If that railroad train was mine 
I bet I'd move it all 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