I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round the bend   I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when   I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on   And a train keeps a rollin' 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 blowin' I hang my head and I cry   [ dobro ]   I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car   Probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars   Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free   But those people keep on movin' that's what tortures me   If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine   I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line   Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay   And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away