Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues - Carl Perkins

Well, I hear the train a coming
It's rolling around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when

Lord, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps dragging on
While that train keeps on rolling
On down to San Antone

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars

Lord, I know I had it coming
I know I just can not be free
But those people keep on moving
Baby, that's what tortures me

When I was a baby
My mama told me, "Son"
Said, "I want you to be a good boy
I don't want you to play with guns"

But I shot a man in Reno
I shot him just to watch him die
Lord, he died
Yes, he died
And that train keeps on rolling
I hang my lonesome head and cry

Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Oh, I'd movе it on
Just a little bit further down the linе

Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my lonesome blues away