Дополнен 16 лет назад
I hear the train a cominґ
itґs rolling round the bend
and I ainґt seen the sunshine
since I donґt know when,
Iґm stuck in Folsom prison,
and time keeps dragginґ on
but that train keeps a rollinґ on
down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby
my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy,
donґt 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..
I bet thereґs rich folks eating
in a fancy dining car
theyґre probably drinkinґ coffee
and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming,
I know I canґt be free
but those people keep a movinґ
and thatґs what tortures me...
Well if theyґd free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet Iґd move just a little
further down the line
far from Folsom prison,
that's where I want to stay
and Iґd let that lonesome whistle
blow my blues away....