Written by Johnny Cash
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 stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin’ on,
but that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Anton
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 blowing I hang my head and cry
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,
but those people keep a movin’ and that’s what tortures me
Well, 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
Far from Folsom prison, that’s where I want to stay
and I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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