Letras
Well, I hear that train a comin', rollin' 'round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, 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
And when I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' 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
Well, if they freed me from this prison
And that railroad train was mine
I'd move it on a little, 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
Yes, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Yes, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
Yes, I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away