Letra de Folsom Prison Blues

I hear that 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 in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on But that freight train keeps a rolling on down to San Antone Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son Bocephus be a good boy don't ever play with guns But I killed a man in Shreveport just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing I hang my head and I cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car They're prob'ly 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 moving and that's what tortures me [ guitar ] Well if they freed me from this prison if 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 wanna stay Then Lord I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away Oh Lord I'd let that lonesome whistle blow all my blues away