I hear the tr

ain a coming i

t's rolling ro

und the bend

              
 And I ain't s

              
een the sunshi

              
ne since I don

                     
't know when

             
 I'm stuck at 

              
Folsom Prison 

              
and time keeps

                        
 dragging on

            
  But that tra

              
in keeps rolli

              
ng on down to 

    
San Antone


  
  
 When I was just a baby my mama told me Son

              
 Always be a g

              
ood boy don't 

            
ever play with

 guns

             
 But I shot a 

              
man in Reno ju

             
st to watch hi

m die

            
 When I hear t

              
hat whistle bl

              
owing I hang m

         
y head and cry


  
  
 I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

              
 They're proba

              
bly drinking c

              
offee and smok

   
ing big cigars

             
 But I know I 

              
had it coming 

              
I know I can't

      
 be free

            
 But those peo

              
ple keep a mov

              
ing and that's

           
 what tortures

 me


  
  
 Well if they freed me from this prison  if that railroad train was mine

              
 I bet I'd mov

              
e on over a li

              
ttle farther d

    
own the line

             
 Far from Fols

              
om Prison that

              
's where I wan

                                
t to stay

            
  And I'd let 

              
that lonesome 

              
whistle blow m

     
y blues away