I hear the train a coming
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a rolling 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 whistle blowing I hang my head and cry
 

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I bet there's rich folks eating from fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving
And that's what tortures me
 

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Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle haul my blues away