Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues - Karaoke Library

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 blowin′, I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
They′re probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, 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 blow my blues away...