[Verse 1: Briton Bond]
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 Antone

[Verse 2: Cody Quistad]
When I was just a baby
My mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns"
So I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry

[Verse 3: Briton Bond]
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars
But 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
[Verse 4: Cody Quistad]
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on
A little further down the linе
Far from Folsom prison
That's where I want to stay, yeah
And I'd lеt that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away