Folsom Prison Blues — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

I hear that train a-rolling, it`s a-rolling round the bend
I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when
I`m stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry

I bet there`s rich folks in their fancy shining cars
They`re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can`t be free
But I keep on keep a-moving, well that`s what tortures me

If they`d free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
You bet I moved it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stay
And I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away