Well they're calling time for exercise
'Round Her Majesty's hotel
The maid'll hose the room out while I'm gone
I never knew such luxury
Until my verdict fell
Four walls, wash basin, prison bed
Well the Bathurst riots ended
When they clubbed the rebels down
In every congregation there was silence
You can hear the Angels singin'
When Christmas comes around
Four walls, wash basin, prison bed
I love to march while some Nazi calls the time
Who'd wanna go home
Well I can't see and I can't hear
They've burnt out all the feelings
And I never been so crazy, and it's just my second year
Four walls, wash basin
Four walls, wash basin
Four walls, wash basin, prison bed
I hear the train a-comin', it's rolling 'round 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 drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
Well, 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 they freed me from this prison, if 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