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 whistle blow my blues awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
