I hear the train a rolling, It's rolling round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, But I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps dragging on, But that train keeps a rolling 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 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, Well, I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free, But those people keep a moving, 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
