Folsom Prison Blues

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Folsom Prison Blues”
I hear the train a comin' It's rolling round the bend And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton.. 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.. I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking 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... Well if they'd free me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I bet I'd move it all a little further 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.....

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