I h^Gear the train a comin', it's rolling 'round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I ^G7don't know when I^C7'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps dra^Gggin' on But that tr^D7ain keeps a rollin' on down to San An^Gtone

When ^GI was just a baby my mama told me, "Son Always be a good boy, don't e^G7ver play with guns" But I s^C7hot a man in Reno just to watch him d^Gie When I h^D7ear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and c^Gry

I b^Get there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smo^G7king big cigars Well I k^C7now I had it coming, I know I can't be fr^Gee But those pe^D7ople keep a-movin' And that's what tortures ^Gme

Well if they fr^Geed me from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it on a little far^G7ther down the line F^C7ar from Folsom prison, that's where I want to st^Gay And I'd l^D7et that lonesome whistle blow my blues away^G