Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Folsom Prison Blues
I hear that train a-rolling, it`s a-rolling round the bend I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when I`m stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone
When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry
I bet there`s rich folks in their fancy shining cars They`re probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I know I can`t be free But I keep on keep a-moving, well that`s what tortures me
If they`d free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine You bet I moved it on a little further down the line Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stay And I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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