||hear the train a comin' it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
||stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin'
||train keeps a rollin' on down to San An -
I bet there's rich folks eating from 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
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.