I Hear The Train A-Comin´; It´s Rollin´ ´Round The Bend,
And I Ain´t Seen The Sunshine Since I Don´t Know When,
I´m Stuck At 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 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 From This Prison, If That Railroad Train Was Mine,
I Bet I´d Move On Over 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.