Well I hear that train a coming,
it's rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since,
I don't know when
Yeah I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
time keeps dragging on
But that train just keeps on rollin,
on down to San Anton
When I was just a baby, mama told me son
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns
But I shoot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that lonesome whistle blow,
I hang my head down and cry
Well I bet there's rich folk eating
in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that train just keeps on rollin,
that's what tortures me
That train just keeps on rollin,
rollin down the line
That train just keeps on rollin,
rollin down the line
rollin on, rollin on, rollin on rollin on...
Well if they freed me from that prison
and that railroad train was mine
I bet I move it on just a little farther down that line
Far from Folson Prison is where I want to stay
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow,
just blow my blues away
Well I let that lonesome whistle blow,
just blow my blues away
just blow my blues away