(Johnny Cash)      I hear the train a comin'   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 draggin' on   But that train keeps a rollin'    On down to San Anton.      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   Now every time I hear that whistle    I hang my head and cry.      --- Instrumental---      I bet there's rich folks eating    In a fancy dining car   They're probably drinkin' coffee    And smoking big cigars.      Well, I know I had it coming,    I know I can't be free   But those people keep a movin'   And that's what tortures me.      Well, if they'd free me from this prison,   If that railroad train was mine   I bet I'd move just a little further    Down the line.      Far from Folsom prison,    That's where I want to stay   And I'd let that lonesome whistle    Blow my blues away...