Il testo della Folsom prison

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

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 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 it all 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