Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues - Ektomorf

I hear the train a comin′
It's rollin′ '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 blowin′
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin′
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' 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
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I′d move it on a little
Farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I′d let that lonesome whistle
To Blow my blues away
Blow away