Il testo della Folsom prison blues

I hear that train a comin' it's rollin' round the bend
But i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when
Cause i'm stuck in folsom prison time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to san antone
Well 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
And when i hear that whistle blowin' i hang my head and i cry
( harmonica )
I'll bet there's rich folks eatin' in some fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffeee and smokin' big cigars
Well i know i had it comin' and 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'll bet i'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison that's where i want to stay
Then i'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away