Текст (слова) песни: Waylon Jennings - Folsom Prison Blues
I hear the train a comin` rollin` round the bend I ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know when Well I`m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on While a train keeps a rollin` on down to San Antone Well when I was just a baby my mama told me son Always be a good boy don`t ever play with guns Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowin` I hang my head and I cry [ guitar ] Well I`ll 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 a movin` that`s what tortures me [ guitar ] Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine Bet I`d move it on a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stay Then I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
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