I hear the train a comin?   It?s rollin? 'round the bend   I ain?t seen the sunshine   Since I don?t know when      Well, I?m stuck in Folsom Prison   And time keeps draggin? on   But I see a train a movin?   On down to San Antone      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 them people keep on movin?   And that?s what tortures me      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   Every time I hear that whistle   I hang my head and I cry      If they freed me from this prison   If that railroad train was mine   Bet I?d move it on a   Little bit farther down the line      Far from Folsom Prison   That?s where I long to stay   And I?d let that lonesome whistle   Blow my blues away