Il testo della Folsom prison blues

I hear the 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 draggin' on
But that 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 cry
( guitar )
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 comin' i know i can't be free
But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me
But 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 want to stay
And i'll let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away