I hear the train a calling
It coming round the bend
And I ani’t seen the sunshine
since I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Fulsom Prison
and life keeps dragging on
And the train keeps a moving
on down to san antone

 

I bet there rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
I bet there drinking cofffe and smoking fat cigars
I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
But the train keeps a moving, and that’s what tortures me 

 

When I was just a baby my mother said hey son
Always be a good boy, don’t you ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

 

We’ll if they freed me this prison if the railway train was mine
You bet I’d move it on a little further down the line
Away from fulsome prison, that’s where I longed to sta
And I’d let that lonesome whistle, blow all my blues away