I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin' on its journey
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since the end of 2020
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that 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 on 5th ave.
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
At my resaurants n'bars
They're probably drinkin' cofefe
And smokin' big cigars
I know I don't have it comin'
I know I should 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 it on a little farther down the line
Far from prison, mara lagos where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away…