Folsom Prison Blues — текст песни (Johnny Cash)

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 eatin` in a fancy dining car.
They`re prob`ly 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