| I hear the train a coming |
| it's rollin 'round the bend |
| and I a'int seen the sunshine |
| since I don't know when. |
| I'm stuck in Folsom Prison |
| and time keeps dragging on. |
| But that train keeps a moving |
| 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 blowing |
| I hang my head and cry. |
| s | I hear the train a coming |
| s | it's rollin 'round the bend |
| s | and I a'int seen the sunshine |
| s | since I don't know when. |
| s | I'm stuck in Folsom Prison |
| s | and time keeps dragging on. |
| s | But that train keeps a moving |
| s | on down to San Antone. |
| I bet there's rich folks eating |
| in a fancy dining car |
| they're probably drinking coffee |
| and smoking big cigars. |
| Well, I know I had it come, |
| I know I can't be free, |
| but those people keep a moving |
| and that's what tortures me. |
| s | I hear the train a coming |
| s | it's rollin 'round the bend |
| s | and I a'int seen the sunshine |
| s | since I don't know when. |
| s | I'm stuck in Folsom Prison |
| s | and time keeps dragging on. |
| s | But that train keeps a moving |
| s | on down to San Antone. |
| Well, if they freed me from this prison, |
| if that railroad train was mine, |
| I bet I'd move it all a little |
| fartherdown the line, |
| far from Folsom Prison, |
| that's where I want to stay |
| And I'd let that lonesome whistle, |
| blow my blues away. |
| Gesang: | Achim |
| Instrumente: | Achim |
| Arrangement: | Achim Bahrenberg |
| Aufnahme, Bearbeitung, Studio- und Mastermix: | TSDG1 |