I hear the train a comin   It's rollin 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 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 whistle blowin   I hang my head and cry      I bet there's rich folks eatin   In a fancy dining car   They're probably drinkin coffee   And smokin big cigars   But 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   If that railroad train was mine   I bet I'd move out over 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