Текст песни Waylon Jennings - Folsom Prison Blues
Waylon Jennings - Folsom Prison Blues слова песни
I hear the train a comin` rollin` round the bendI ain`t seen the sunshine since I don`t know whenWell I`m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging onWhile a train keeps a rollin` on down to San AntoneWell when I was just a baby my mama told me sonAlways be a good boy don`t ever play with gunsWell I shot a man in Reno just to watch him dieWhen 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 carProbably drinkin` coffee and smokin` big cigarsWell I know I had it comin` I know I can`t be freeBut those people keep a movin` that`s what tortures me[ guitar ]Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mineBet I`d move it on a little farther down the lineFar from Folsom Prison that`s where I long to stayThen I`d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away