Folsom Prison Blues — текст песни (Charley Pride)

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
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I bet there`s rich folks eatin` in a fancy dining car
They`re prob`ly drinking coffee and smoking 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
But 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`ll let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away