Folsom Prison Blues

(альбом: Folsom Prison Blues - 1968)

I hear that train a coming, rolling around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on
And that train keeps a moving on down to San Antone.

When I was a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns
But I shot a cat in Reno just to watch him die
Yeah, I know I had it coming, I hang my head and cry.

I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
Prob'ly drinking coffeee and smoking big cigars
Well, I'm stuck in Folsom Prison that's where I'll always be
And them people keep a moving and that's what tortures me.

Yeah, if they 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 long to stay
Yeah, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...