I hear the train a comin
Its rollin 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 movin on
Down to san antone
When I was just a baby
My mama said "hey son,
Always be a good boy,
Dont 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
Well, if they freed me fom this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet Id move it all
A little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison
Thats where I want to stay
And Id let that lonsome whistle
Blow my blues away
