歌词
Hello
Well, I hear the train a comin'
Rollin' 'round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since, I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom prison
Time keeps draggin' on
And I can hear that whistle blowin'
On down to San Antone
Oh, when I was just a baby
My mama told me, "Son
Always be a good boy
Don't ever mess 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
Oh!
Well, there's probably rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' coffee
And smokin' big cigars
Bet you know I had it comin'
You know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me
Yeah!
If I get out from this prison
And that railroad train was mine
You know I'll keep it movin'
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!
Come on!
Yeah!
Get me outta here
Blow, whistle, blow