I hear the train a comin'it's rollin 'round the bend and I a'int 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 movin'on down to-San-An-Tone When I was just a baby my mame 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 heat the whistle blowin'I hang my head and cry. I bet there's rich folk 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 fom this prison, if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line Far from Fulsom Prison, that's where I want to stay And I'd let that lonsome whistle, blow my blues away