[Briton Bond]
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 Antone
[Cody Quistad]
When I was just a baby
My mama told me
“Son, always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns”
So I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin'
I hang my head and cry
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
[Briton Bond]
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
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
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
[Cody Quistad]
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on
A little farther 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
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
U-u-o-oh, o o-o-o-o
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