Waylon Jennings - Folsom Prison Blues - Текст песни

I hear the train a comin' rollin' round the bend

I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on

While a train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone

Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son

Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns

Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die

When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and I cry

[ guitar ]

Well I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car

Probably 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' that's what tortures me

[ guitar ]

Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine

Bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay

Then I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away