Текст песни Folsom Prison Blues

Well I hear that train a comin' It's rollin' around the bend I ain't seen the sunshine Since I don't know when Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on 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 you ever play with guns" But I shot a man in Reno Just to watch him die When I hear that lonesome whistle I hang my head and cry Well I bet there's rich folks eating In a fancy dinin' car I bet they're taking mushrooms And smokin' big cigars Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free Those people keep movin' And that's what tortures me If they free me from this prison If that railroad train was mine You bet I'd move it on A little farther down the line Yeah, far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to be Well those people keep movin' Goddammit, that's what tortures me If they'd free me from this prison If that railroad train was mine You bet I'd move it on A little farther down the line Yeah, far from Folsom Prison That's where I want to be Well those people keep movin' Goddammit that's what tortures me