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 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 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