Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues

Well I hear that train a comin'

It's rollin' round the bend,

And I ain't seen the sunshine,

Since I dont know when.

Because I'm stuck in folsom prison,

And time keeps draggin on.

But that train keeps rollin',

On down to San Antone.

When I was just a baby,

My momma 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.
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Well I bet you all them rich men

Are in fancy dine-in cars.

Probably drinking coffee,

And smokin' big cigars.

Well I know I had it comin'.

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,

And that railrod train was mine,

You bet I'd move it farther,

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.