Folsom Prison Blues

(альбом: Lord Mr. Ford - 1973)

Well I hear that train a coming she's a rolling on around the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison oh the time keeps dragging on
And that train keeps a rolling on down to San Antone

Well now I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
I bet they're drinking coffee chewing on big cigars
But I know I had it coming now I know I can't be free
And that train keeps a moving Lord that's what tortures me
Tell 'em guitar

Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy don't you mess around with guns
But I shot a man in Reno stood there and watched him die
Now when I hear that whistle blowing oh I hang my head and I cry

Well if they'd free me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
Bet I'd move it on just a little bit farther down the line
Away from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay where I got to stay now
And then I'd let that lonesome whistle let that whistle blow all my blues away
Tell 'em son