I hear the train a-coming, 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 dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling 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 drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving, 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.