I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps 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 folk eatin' from a fancy dining car They're prob'ly 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', 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 on over 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.
