I hear that train a comin', it's comin' 'round the bend   I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when   I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on   And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry      I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car   They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars   Well, I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free   But I hear that train a-rollin' and that's what tortures me      Well, if they freed me from this prison and 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 long to be   And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away