I hear the train a-comin'
it's rollin' 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 dragging on
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
my moma 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 blowin'
I hang my head and cry
Classic Cash. Folsom Prison!