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
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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