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Folsom Prison Blues Video (MV)




Performed By: Southern Gentry Music Review
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: Johnny R. Cash




Southern Gentry Music Review - Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics




Well, I hear the train a comin'
Said it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine, baby,
I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone

When I was a baby
Moma 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 blowing
I hang my head and cry

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' coffee and
Smoking on big cigars
Well I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me

Ahhh

Well, if they'd free me from this prison
And if that train were mine
I'd probably get a-movin'
A little farther on down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
Hey, hey, yeah
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away

And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
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English

Well, I hear the train a comin'
Said it's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine, baby,
I don't know when
But I'm stuck in Folsom prison
And time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin'
On down to San Antone

When I was a baby
Moma 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 blowing
I hang my head and cry

Well, I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
Probably drinkin' coffee and
Smoking on big cigars
Well I know I had it coming
I know I can't be free
But those people keep a-movin'
And that's what tortures me

Ahhh

Well, if they'd free me from this prison
And if that train were mine
I'd probably get a-movin'
A little farther on down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
Hey, hey, yeah
And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away

And I'd let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
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Writer: Johnny R. Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing


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