Il testo della Folsom prison blues

I hear the train a comin
Its rollin 'round the bend
I aint seen the sunshine
Since i dont know when

Well, im stuck in folsom prison
And time keeps draggin on
But i see a train a movin
On down to san antone

Bet theres rich folks eatin
In some fancy dining car
Probably drinkin coffee
And smokin big cigars

Well, i know, i had it comin
I know, i cant be free
But them people keep on movin
And thats what tortures me

When i was just a baby
My mama told me, "son
Always be a good boy
Dont ever play with guns"

But i shot a man in reno
Just to watch him die
Every time i hear that whistle
I hang my head and i cry

If they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
Bet id move it on a
Little bit farther down the line

Far from folsom prison
Thats where i long to stay
And id let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away