I hear the train a comin' It's rolling round the bend And we ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when Hes stuck in Fulton prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on from San Antone

When he was just a baby his mama told him "Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns" But they tried to get him in Reno just to watch him die. When they hear that whistle blowing, theyll hang their head and cry

There's rich folks north of Richmond Eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' adreno With frazzle dripped cigars Well we know they had it coming, they know we can't be free But those children keep a movin' And that's what tortures me

Well if they freed him from this prison If that railroad train was mine I bet he'd move it on a little farther down the line Far from Fulton prison, that's where he ought to stay And I'd let that trumping whistle blow our blues away