(Johnny Cash)

I hear the train a comin'
Rollin' round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when.

Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps dragging on
While a train keeps a rolling on
Down to San Antone.

Well when I was just a baby
My mama told me son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns.

Well I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing
I hang my head and I cry.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I'll bet there's rich folks
Eatin' in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-moving
That's what tortures me.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on
A little farther down the line.

Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I long to stay
Then I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away...