I hear that train are coming, coming round the bend
I ain't seen freedom since I don't know when
Cause I'm stuck in Folsom prison, time keeps on moving on
But that train keeps rolling down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my mother said, "Hey son
Always be a good boy and don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
And when I hear that whistle blow, I hang my head and I cry

I bet there's rich folks eatin' on that fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' whiskey, smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that train keeps a-moving, that's what's torturing me

If they free me from this prison, if that train was mine
You bet I'd move it on a little further down the line
Cause I'm stuck in Folsom prison, that's where I have to stay
I'll let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away

words and music by Johnny Cash