Who you're trying to get crazy with whitie?

Don't you know I'm loco?

I hear that train to comin'

It's comin' out the bend

And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

And I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on

But that train just 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 blowing, I hang my head and cry

There's probably rich folks eating in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinkin' whisky and smoking big cigars

Well 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...

Well if they'd freed me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom prison, that's where I long to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow out my blues away.....