Folsom Prison Blues — текст песни (Waylon Jennings)

I hear the train a comin` rollin` round the bend
I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when
Well I`m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
While a train keeps a rollin` on down to San Antone
Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don`t ever play with guns
Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin` I hang my head and I cry
[ guitar ]
Well I`ll bet there`s rich folks eatin` in some fancy dining car
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` that`s what tortures me
[ guitar ]
Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
Bet I`d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stay
Then I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away