I hear the train a coming 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 dragging on but that train keeps a rolling on down to
San Anton 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 blowing
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car