Chilli & The Baracudas - Folsom Prison Blues | Текст песни

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I hear that train a-commin',
it's rollin' around 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 drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars

But 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 that freed me from this prison
and 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 whistleblow my blues away

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