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 at folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on.
but that train keeps 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.
i bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
they're prob'ly 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, 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
ne anlama gelir bu sözler anlamam etmem.ne derler bilirsin kendini müziğe ver.
dinlediğim her seferinde salak saçma gülümseyip kendimi elimde viski ve puroyla poker oynarken hayal ettiğim, sözleri bir hayli eğlenceli olan enfes cash şarkısı.
