Lyrics:

I Hear That Train A Comin', It's Comin' 'round The Bend
i Ain't Seen The Sunshine Since I Don't Know When
i'm Locked In Folsom Prison And Time Keeps Draggin' On
and I Hear That Train 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 Lonesome Whistle I Hang My Head And I Cry

i Bet There's Rich Folks Eatin' In A Fancy Dining Car
they're Probably Drinkin' Coffee And Smokin' Big Cigars
well, I Know I Had It Comin', I Know I Can't Be Free
but I Hear That Train A-Rollin' And That's What Tortures Me

well, If They Freed Me From This Prison And That Railroad Train Was Mine
i Bet I'd Move It Over A Little Farther Down The Line
far From Folsom Prison That's Where I Long To Be
and Let That Train Keep Rollin' And Roll My Blues Away