Текст (слова) песни: Charley Pride - Folsom Prison Blues
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 [ guitar ] 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
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