I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round the bend
  I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
  I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
  And a 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
  But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
  When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry
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  I bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
  Probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
  Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free
  But those people keep on movin' that's what tortures me
  If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
  I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line
  Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay
  And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away