I Hear The 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 Train Keeps A-rollin', On Down To San Anton.



When I Was Just A Baby My 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 Whistle Blowin', I Hang My Head And Cry.



I Bet There's Rich Folk Eatin' In A Fancy Dining Car.

They're Probably Drinkin' Coffee And Smoking Big Cigars.

Well I Know I Had It Comin', I Know I Can't Be Free,

But Those People Keep A-movin', And That's What Tortures Me.



Well If They Freed Me From This Prison, If Railroad Train Was Mine,

I Bet I'd Move It On A Little Farther Down The Line.

Far From Folson Prison, That's Where I Want To Stay,

And I'd Let That Lonesome Whistle Blow My Blues Away.