#. I [E]hear the train a comin' 
It's rollin' 'round the bend, 
And I ain't seen the sunshine, 
Since, I don't know [E7]when,
I'm [A]stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' [E]on,
But that train [B7]keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.

#. 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,
But I know I had it comin',
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 out over 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.