I Hear That Train A-rolling, It's A-rolling Round The Bend
I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When
I'm Stucked In Folsom Prison And Time Keeps Dragging On
And I Hear That Whistle Blowing All Down To San Antone

When I Was Just A Baby My Mamma 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 Train A-pulling I Hang My Head And Cry

I Bet There's Rich Folks In Their Fancy Shining Cars
They're Probably Drinking Coffee And Smoking Big Cigars
But I Know I Had It Coming, I Know I Can't Be Free
But I Keep On Keep A-moving, Well That's What Tortures Me

If They'd Free Me From This Prison, If That Railroad Train Was Mine
You Bet I Moved It On A Little Further Down The Line
Far From Folsom Prison That's Where I Long To Stay
And I'd Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away