I hear that train a-rolling, it´s a-rolling round the bend
I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when
I´m stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on

And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry

I bet there´s rich folks eating in their fancy dining cars
They´re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free
But the people keep a-moving, and that´s what tortures me

If they´d free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
You bet I moved it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that´s where I long to stay
And I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away