Текст песне : Flatt and Scruggs. Folsom Prison Blues.

(Hello I'm Lester Flatt and I'm Earl Scruggs)
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 in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a 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
[ ac.guitar - banjo ]
I bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin' I know I can't be free

But those people keep on movin' and that's what tortures me
[ ac.guitar - dobro ]
Well if they freed me from this prison if this railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on 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