Текст песни Miller Bill - Folsom Prison Blues
Miller Bill - Folsom Prison Blues слова песни
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bendI ain`t seen the sunshine since, I don`t know whenYeah I`m stuck in Folsom Prison, time keeps dragging onBut that train just keeps on rollin, on down to San AntonWhen I was just a baby, mama told me sonShe said always be a good boy, don`t you ever play with gunsBut I shoot a man in Reno, just to what he dieWhen I hear that lonesome whitsle blow, I hang my head down and cryWell I bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining carProbably drinking coffee, smoking big cigarsWell I know I had it coming, I know I can`t be freeBut that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures meKeep on rollin...Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mineI bet I move it on just a little farther down that lineFar from Folson Prison is where I want to stayWell I let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues awayWell I let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away