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
 When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry..
 
 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 moved it all 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.....
 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.....