Well I hear that train a comin'
It's rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I dont know when

Because I'm stuck in folsom prison
And time keeps draggin on
But that train keeps rollin'
On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby
My momma 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

Well I bet you all them rich men
Are in fancy dine-in cars
Probably drinking 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
And that railrod train was mine
You bet I'd move it farther
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