Folsom Prison Blues — текст песни (Ferlin Husky)

I hear the train a comin` it`s comin` round the bend
I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when
I`m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin` on
And a 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 I cry
[ dobro ]
I bet there`s 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 can`t be free
But those people keep on movin` that`s what tortures me
If they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
I bet I`d move it over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I wanna stay
And I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away