Well I hear that train a comin'   It's rollin' round the bend,   And I ain't seen the sunshine,   Since I dont know when.      Because I'm stuck in folsom prison,   And time keeps draggin on.   But that train keeps rollin',   On down to San Antone.      When I was just a baby,   My momma 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 whistle blowin',   I hang my head and cry.      Well I bet you all them rich men   Are in fancy dine-in cars.   Probably drinking coffee,   And smokin' big cigars.      Well I know I had it comin'.   I know I can't be free.   But those people keep a movin',   And that's what tortures me.      Well if they freed me from this prison,   And that railrod train was mine,   You bet I'd move it farther,   A little farther 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.