Kindred Spirit - Folsom Prison Blues | Текст песни

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I hear the train coming, it´s rolling round the bend. And I ain´t seen the sun shine, since I don´t know when. I´m stuck in Folsom Prison and the time keeps dragging on. But that train keeps a´ rolling on down to San Anton

When I was just a baby, my mother 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. But when I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry

I bet there´s rich folks eating 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 on moving and thats´what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine. I bet I´d move it on, a little further down the line. Far from Folsome prison, that´s where I want to stay. And I´d let that lonesome whistle take all my blues away. Oh I´d let that lonesome whistle take all my blues away. I´d let that lonesome whistle take all my blues away. Oh I´d let that lonesome whistle take all my blues away


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