Il testo della Closing medley: folsom prison blues/i walk the line/ring of fire/the r

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 at folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps 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.
I bet there's rich folk people eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' 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.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet i'd move on over 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.