Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when

Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging on

But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San Anton



When I was just a baby, mama told me son

She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns

But I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he die

When I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cry



Well I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car

Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars

Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me



Keep on rollin...



Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine

I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line

Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay

Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away



Well I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away