Lyrics of Folsom prison blues

I hear that train a-commin', it's rollin' around 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
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

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But 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

Well if that freed me from this prison
And 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