Folsom Prison Blues Songtext
von Charley Pride

I hear the train a comin′ it's rollin′ round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I′m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin′ on
But that train keeps a rollin' 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 blowin' I hang my head and cry
[ guitar ] I bet there′s rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
They′re prob'ly drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But 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
But if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine
I bet I′d move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to stay
And I′ll let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away