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Folsom Prison Blues lyrics with English Translations
I hear the train a comin', it's rolling round the bend
Well I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
But I hear the train a rollin' on down to San Anton
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son
Always be a good boy, and don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
And I hear the whistle blowing, long in my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' whisky and smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I know I cannot be free But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me
And if they'd free me from this prison If that rail road train were mine I bet I'd move a little on, a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to be And I'd let that lonesome whistle, blow my blues away, yeah
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' whisky and smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I know I cannot be free But those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me
And if they'd free me from this prison If that rail road train were mine I bet I'd move a little on, a little farther down the line Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to be And I'd let that lonesome whistle, blow my blues away, yeah
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