Текст (слова) песни: Brooks and Dunn - Folsom Prison Blues
Well, I hear the train a cominВґ ItВґs a rolling round the bend Well, I ainВґt seen the sunshine Since I donВґt know when,
And IВґm stuck in Folsom prison, Time keeps dragginВґ on But that train keeps a rollinВґ On down to San Antone.
I was just a baby My mama told me, son, Said, always be a good boy, DonВґt 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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Well, I bet thereВґs rich folks eating In a fancy dining car TheyВґre probably drinkinВґ coffee And smoking big cigars.
Well, I know I had it coming, I know I canВґt be free Now, those people keep a-movinВґ ThatВґs what tortures me.
If theyВґd free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet IВґd move just a little Further down the line
Yeah, Far from Folsom prison, That`s where I want to stay Lord I here that whistle blowing Blow my blues away.
(Spoken) It`s been thirty years now And I know I`ll never leave This God forsaken place alive Honest to God, When I hear those words Ringin` through my head As loud as that old train whistle Crying out to me night after continuous night Sending a cold steal quiver through my voice I close my eyes and pray That that iron horse is bound for the promise land And I`ll get to ride it home to glory...
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