Il testo della Folsom prison blues [live]

I hear the train a-comin'
It's rollin' around 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 drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars

Well i know i had it coming
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 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