文本歌词

I hear that train a comin' it's comin' 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm locked in folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on
And I hear that train a 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 a man in reno just to watch him die
When I hear that lonesome whistle I hang my head and I cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free
But I hear that train a rollin' and that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison that's where I long to be
And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away