I Hear The Train A-Comin'; It's Rollin' 'Round The Bend,
And I Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When,
I'm Stuck At Folsom Prison And Time Keeps Draggin' On.
But That Train Keeps 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 Whistle Blowin'
I Hang My Head And Cry.
I Bet There's Rich Folks Eatin' In A Fancy Dining Car.
They're Prob'ly Drinkin' Coffee And Smokin' Big Cigars,
But I Know I Had It Comin', I Know I Can't Be Free,
But Those People Keep A-Movin',
And That's What Tortures Me.
Well, If They Freed Me From This
Prison, If That Railroad Train Was Mine,
I Bet I'd Move On Over A Little Farther Down The Line,
Far From Folsom Prison, That's Where I Want To Stay,
And I'd Let That Lonesome Whistle
Blow My Blues Away.