I hear that train a-commin',
it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since
I don't know when
I'm stuck in 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 probably drinking coffee
and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming,
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
and that's what tortures me

Well if that freed me from this prison
and 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 blow my blues away

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