Текст песни Reverend Horton Heat - Folsom Prison Blues
Well I hear that train a comin'
It's rollin' round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since I dont know when
Because I'm stuck in folsom prison,
And time keeps draggin on
But that train keeps rollin',
On down to San Antone
When I was just a baby,
My momma 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 cry
Well I bet you all them rich men
Are in fancy dine-in cars
Probably drinking 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',
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison,
And that railrod train was mine,
You bet I'd move it farther,
A little farther down the line
Far from folsom prison,
That's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
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