Letras de Folsom Prision Blues

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 folks eatin′
In a fancy dinin' car
They're prob′ly drinkin′ coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well 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