歌词
I hear the train a coming
it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
since I don't know when I'm stuck at Folsom Prison
and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps rolling
on down to San Antone
When I was just a baby,my mama 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 blowing
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folk eating
in a fancy dining car
They're prob'ly drinking coffee and smokin' big cigars
But I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a moving
and that's what tortures me
Well, if they freed me from this prison
if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move on over
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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