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 |