I hear the train a comin
its rolling round the bend
and I aint seen the sunshine since I dont know when,
Im 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, dont 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..
I bet theres rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
theyre probally drinkin coffee and smoking big cigarrs.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I cant be free
but those people keep a movin
and thats what torture means...
Well if theyd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet Id move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison is where I long to stay
and Id let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away