I hear that train a-rolling, it's a-rolling round the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stucked in Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging on And I hear that whistle blowing all down to San Antone When I was just a baby my mamma 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 train a-pulling I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks in their fancy shining cars They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free But I keep on keep a-moving, well that's what tortures me If they'd free me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine You bet I moved it on a little further down the line ?o,? lnhmin,,,?d Far from Folsom Prison that's where I long to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away Bob Dylan Folsom Prison Blues songtext Suchen mit Google Bob Dylan Folsom Prison Blues liedtext Finden Sie mit Yahoo Bob Dylan Folsom Prison Blues songtext |