Folsom Prison Blues Songtext / Lyric

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 the train 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"

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry



But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone






I bet there's rich fucks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars

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



But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone



If they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it on 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



But the train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone