歌词
I hear that train a comin'
It's rollin' round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin' on
And that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone
When I was just a baby
My mama told me hon
Always be a good girl
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 there's rich folks eatin'
In them fancy dinin' cars
Their 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 a movin'
And that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I'd probably move it over
A little further 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