I hear that train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend   And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when   I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on   But that freight train keeps a rolling on down to San Antone   Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son   Bocephus be a good boy don't ever play with guns   But I killed a man in Shreveport just to watch him die   When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and I cry   I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car   They're prob'ly 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 moving and that's what tortures me   [ guitar ]   Well if they freed me from this prison if 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 wanna stay   Then Lord I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away   Oh Lord I'd let that lonesome whistle blow all my blues away