#. 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. - + 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.