I hear that train a comin' it's comin' around the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on And I hear that train 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 lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry. I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free But I hear that train a rollin' that's what tortures me. If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to be And let that train keep a rollin' and roll my blues away...