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 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 probally drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigarrs.
Well i know i had it coming, i know i can´t be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that´s what torture means.

Well if they'd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet i'd move just a little further down the line
Far from folsom prison is where i long to stay
And i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.