I hear the train’s coming It’s rolling round the bend And I ain’t seen no sunshine since I don’t know when I’m stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draging on But that train keeps on rolling on down at San Anton... When I was just a baby My momma 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 wistle blowing I hang my head down and cry I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dinningcar There probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars I know I had it coming I know I can’t be free But those people keep on moving And that’s what tortures me Well if they freed me from this prison If this railroad train was mine I bet I moved it on a little further down the line Far from Folsom Prison that’s were I want to stay And I let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away |