When I hear that whistle blowin'...

I hear the train a comin´
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 draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´
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
they´re probably drinkin´ coffee
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 free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d moved it all
a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison,
that's where I want to stay
And I´d let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away