Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend    I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when    Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on    But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton       When I was just a baby, mama told me son    She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns    But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die    When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry       Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car    Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars    Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free    But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me       Keep on rollin...       Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine    I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line    Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay    Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away       Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away