Paroles 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