Il testo della Folsom prison blues

Well, i hear the train a comin'
It's a rolling round the bend
Well, i ain't seen the sunshine
Since i don't know when,

And i'm stuck in folsom prison,
Time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to san antone.

I was just a baby
My mama told me, son,
Said, 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.

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Well, i bet there's rich folks eating
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee
And smoking big cigars.

Well, i know i had it coming,
I know i can't be free
Now, those people keep a-movin'
That's what tortures me.

If they'd free me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet i'd move just a little
Further down the line

Yeah, far from folsom prison,
That's where i want to stay
Lord i here that whistle blowing
Blow my blues away.

(spoken)
It's been thirty years now
And i know i'll never leave
This god forsaken place alive
Honest to god, when i hear those words
Ringin' through my head
As loud as that old train whistle
Crying out to me night after continuous night
Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice
I close my eyes and pray
That that iron horse is bound for the promise land
And i'll get to ride it home to glory...