Lyrics:

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
Well I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But I hear the train a rollin' on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. son
Always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
And I hear the whistle blowing, I my head and cry..

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' whiskey and smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

And if they'd free me from this prison
If that railroad train were mine
I bet I'd move a little on a little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison, that's where I want to be
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....