Текст (слова) песни: Ferlin Husky - Folsom Prison Blues
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
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