I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on

But that train keeps 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 whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry



I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

But 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



Well if that freed me from this prison

and that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it on 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

Writer : CASH, JOHNNY R.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.