Il testo della Folsom prison blues

(hello i'm lester flatt and i'm earl scruggs)
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
( ac.guitar - banjo )
I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well i know i had it comin' i know i can't be free
But those people keep on movin' and that's what tortures me
( ac.guitar - dobro )
Well if they freed me from this prison if this 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'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away