Letra de Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin' it's comin' round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on And a train keeps a 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 I cry [ dobro ] I 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 on movin' that's what tortures me If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that's where I wanna stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away