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 But I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps dragging on But that train keeps a-rolling on down to San Antone Oh-oh, when I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son Always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns" Oh, I shot a man in Reno, hey, just to watch him die When I hear that whistleblowing, I hang my head and cry ♪ Whoa-whoa-oh ♪ Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars Oh, I knew I had it coming, I know I can't be free But those people keep on moving And that's what tortures me Whoa-whoa-oh Well, if they freed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I probably 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 blow my blues away (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah) ♪ Whoa-whoa-oh, whoa-whoa-oh And I'd damn the lonesome whistle It better blow my blues away