Well, I hear the train a cominÂ'   ItÂ's a rolling round the bend   Well, I ainÂ't seen the sunshine    Since I donÂ't know when,      And IÂ'm stuck in Folsom prison,    Time keeps dragginÂ' on   But that train keeps a rollinÂ'    On down to San Antone.      I was just a baby    My mama told me, son,   Said, always be a good boy,    DonÂ'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 cry.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, I bet thereÂ's rich folks eating    In a fancy dining car   TheyÂ're probably drinkinÂ' coffee    And smoking big cigars.      Well, I know I had it coming,    I know I canÂ't be free   Now, those people keep a-movinÂ'   ThatÂ's what tortures me.      If theyÂ'd free me from this prison,   If that railroad train was mine   I bet IÂ'd move just a little    Further down the line      Yeah, Far from Folsom prison,    That's where I want to stay   Lord I here that whistle blowing   Blow my blues away.      (Spoken)   It's been thirty years now   And I know I'll never leave    This God forsaken place alive   Honest to God, When I hear those words    Ringin' through my head   As loud as that old train whistle    Crying out to me night after continuous night   Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice   I close my eyes and pray    That that iron horse is bound for the promise land   And I'll get to ride it home to glory...