I HEAR THE TRAIN A COMINґ ITґS ROLLING ROUND THE BEND
AND I AINґT SEEN THE SUNSHINE SINCE I DONґT KNOW WHEN,
IґM STUCK IN FOLSOM PRISON, AND TIME KEEPS DRAGGINґ ON
BUT THAT TRAIN KEEPS A ROLLINґ ON DOWN TO SAN ANTONE
 
WHEN I WAS JUST A BABY MY MAMA TOLD ME. SON,
ALWAYS BE A GOOD BOY, DONґT EVER PLAY WITH GUNS
BUT I SHOT A MAN IN RENO JUST TO WATCH HIM DIE
WHEN I HEAR THAT WHISTLE BLOWING I HANG MY HEAD AND CRY
 
I BET THEREґS RICH FOLKS EATING IN A FANCY DINING CAR
THEYґRE PROBABLY DRINKINґ COFFEE AND SMOKING BIG CIGARS
WELL I KNOW I HAD IT COMING I KNOW I CANґT BE FREE
BUT THOSE PEOPLE KEEP A MOVINґ AND THATґS WHAT TORTURES ME
 
WELL IF THEYґD FREE ME FROM THIS PRISON, IF THAT RAILROAD TRAIN WAS MINE
I BET IґD MOVE IT OVER A LITTLE FURTHER DOWN THE LINE
FAR FROM FOLSOM PRISON, THAT'S WHERE I WANT TO STAY
AND IґD LET THAT LONESOME WHISTLE BLOW MY BLUES AWAY