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 I 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
Then I’d Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away