Well, I hear the train a comin´
It´s a rolling round the bend
Well, I ain´t seen the sunshine
Since I don´t know when,

And I´m stuck in Folsom prison,
Time keeps draggin´ on
But that train keeps a rollin´
On down to San Antone.

I was just a baby
My mama told me, son,
Said, 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.

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Well, I bet there´s rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They´re probably drinkin´ coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, I know I had it coming,
I know I can´t be free
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That´s what tortures me.

If they´d free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little
Further down the line

Yeah, Far from Folsom prison,
That's where I want to stay
Lord I here that whistle blowing
Blow my blues away.

(Spoken)
It's been thirty years now
And I know I'll never leave
This God forsaken place alive
Honest to God, When I hear those words
Ringin' through my head
As loud as that old train whistle
Crying out to me night
after continuous night
Sending a cold steal
quiver through my voice
I close my eyes and pray
That that iron horse is bound
for the promise land
And I'll get to ride it home to glory...