Lyrics:

Well I Hear That Train A Comin'
it's Rollin' Round The Bend,
and I Ain't Seen The Sunshine,
since I Don't Know When.

because I'm Stuck In Folsom Prison,
and Time Keeps Draggin On.
but That Train Keeps Rollin',
on Down To San Antone.

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 Whistle Blowin',
i Hang My Head And Cry.

well I Bet You All Them Rich Men
are In Fancy Dine-In Cars.
probably Drinking Coffee,
and Smokin' Big Cigars.

well 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,
and That Railrod Train Was Mine,
you Bet I'd Move It Farther,
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.