I Hear The Train A-Coming’, 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 Dragging’ On
But That Train Keeps A-Rolling’ 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 Blowing’, I Hang My Head And Cry

I Bet There’s Rich Folks Eating’ In A Fancy Dining Car
They’re Probably Drinking’ Coffee And Smoking Big Cigars
Well, I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can’t Be Free
But Those People Keep A-Moving’, 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 It On 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