Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues - Billy Ray Cyrus

Yeah
C'mon
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 blowing, I hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me

Yeah

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, yeah
Far from Folsom prison,
That's where I want to stay (what I want to say)
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away (blues away)

Who, who
Yeah, get over here
Yeah, ah
Whoh, whoh
Aw