[1] I hear the train a-comin' it's rolling 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm [4] stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' [1] on
But that [5] train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An-[1]-tone

When I was just a baby my mama told me son
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

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it coming 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 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 want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away