Folsom Prison Blues (backstage, Tucson AZ, 1982) Songtext
von The Dream Syndicate

I hear the train a-comin′, it's comin′ around the bend
And I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
But I′m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin′ on, oh yeah
But I hear that whistle blowin' on down to San Antone


When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son
Now always be a good boy, don′t ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die, yeah
When I hear that train blowin', I hang my head and cry, hell yeah

I bet there′s people eatin' in a fancy dining car
They′re probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars
I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin′, and that′s what tortures me, no-no

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
I'd probably move it farther, little 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, yeah