i hear that train a coming it s coming around the bend i ain t seen the sunshine since i don t know when i m locked in folsom prison and time keeps dragging on and i hear that train a rolling on down to san antone when i was just a baby my mama told me son always be a good boy and don t ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die when i hear that lonesome whistle i hang my head and cry i bet there s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car they re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars well i know i had it coming i know i can t be free but i hear that train a rolling and that s what tortures me if they freed me from this prison and 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 long to be and let that train keep rolling and roll my blues away