I hear the train a-coming. It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone
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 the man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry