I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,<br />And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.<br />I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.<br />But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.<br /><br />When I was just a baby, my mama told me, &quot;Son,<br />Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns.&quot;<br />But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.<br />When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.<br /><br />I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.<br />They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,<br />But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,<br />But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.<br /><br />Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,<br />I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,<br />Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,<br />And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.