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• Artiste: Black Strobe
• Titre: Folsom Prison Blues
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LYRICS AS WRITTEN BY JOHNNY CASH (THE WRITER OF THE SONG): 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. I bet there's rich folks eatin', In a fancy dining car, They're probably drinkin' coffee, And smokin' big cigars, But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, But those people keep a-movin', And that's what tortures me. Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that 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. WHAT WAS POSTED: I hear that train a comin' rollin' around the bend I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on And that train keeps a movin' on down to San Antone When I was a baby my mama told me son Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns But I shot a cat in Reno just to watch him die Yeah I know I had it comin' I hang my head and cry I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car Prob'ly drinkin' coffeee and smokin' big cigars Well I'm stuck in Folsom Prison that's where I'll always be And them people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me Yeah if they freed me from this prison and that 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 long to stay Yeah I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away