Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a-coming. It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck at Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps 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 the man in Reno, just to watch him die When I hear the whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry