v.1
I hear that train a-comin', it's rollin' around the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, an' time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a-rollin, on down to San Antone

v.2
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 blowin', I hang my head and cry

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v.3
Well I bet there's rich folks eatin' in fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee an' smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me

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v.4
Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on just 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