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 probally drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigarrs
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 move on just 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

That's alright with mama
That's alright for you
That's alright with mama
Yeah anyway you do
But that's alright
That's alright
That's alright now mama
Anyway you do

Well mama, she don't told me
And papa don't told me too
"Son that girl you're fooling with
She ain't no good for you"
But that's alright
That's alright
Well that's alright now mama
Anyway you do

That's alright, that's alright
That's alright now mama
Anyway you do
Haha!
Yeah!