I hear that train a comin',
it's rollin' round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Well I'm stuck at Folsom Prison,
and time keeps draggin' on
And I hear that lonesome whistle
On down through San Antone
Well I bet there's rich folks eatin'
They're probably drinkin' coffee
But I know I had it coming
But those people keep a -movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well, when I was just a baby,
don't ever play with guns.
Now when I hear that lonesome whistle,
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
a little farther down the line
Far from foes and prison,
that's where I'll always stay
Now when I hear that lonesome whistle,