Well, I hear the train a comin´ It´s a rolling round the bend Well, I ain´t seen the sunshine Since I don´t know when, And I´m stuck in Folsom prison, Time keeps draggin´ on But that train keeps a rollin´ On down to San Antone. I was just a baby My mama told me, son, Said, 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. --- Instrumental --- Well, I bet there´s rich folks eating In a fancy dining car They´re probably drinkin´ coffee And smoking big cigars. Well, I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free Now, those people keep a-movin´ That´s what tortures me. If they´d free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I´d move just a little Further down the line Yeah, Far from Folsom prison, That's where I want to stay Lord I here that whistle blowing Blow my blues away. (Spoken) It's been thirty years now And I know I'll never leave This God forsaken place alive Honest to God, When I hear those words Ringin' through my head As loud as that old train whistle Crying out to me night after continuous night Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice I close my eyes and pray That that iron horse is bound for the promise land And I'll get to ride it home to glory...