Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that train a comin'

It's rollin' around the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine

Since I don't know when

Well, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison

And time keeps draggin' on

That train keeps rollin'

On down to San Antone

When I was just a baby

My mama told me, "Son

Always be 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 lonesome whistle

I hang my head and cry

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating

From a fancy dinin' car

I bet they're taking mushrooms

And smokin' big cigars
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Well, I know I had it comin'

I know I can't be free

Those people keep movin'

And that's what tortures me

If they free me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

You bet I'd move it on

A little farther down the line

Yeah, far from Folsom Prison

That's where I want to be

But those people keep movin'

Goddammit, that's what tortures me

Man, if they'd free me from this prison

If that railroad train was mine

You bet I'd move it on

A little farther down the line

Yeah, far from Folsom Prison

That's where I want to be

Those people keep movin'

Goddammit that's what tortures me