Il testo della Folsom prison blues

I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when
I'm stucked in folsom prison and time keeps dragging on
And i hear that whistle blowing all down to san antone

When i was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling i hang my head and cry

I bet there's rich folks eating in their fancy dining cars
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But i know i had it coming, i know i can't be free
But the people keep a-moving, and that's what tortures me

If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
You bet i moved it on a little further down the line
Far from folsom prison that's where i long to stay
And i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away