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Kishore Kumar Hits — Mister Mat - Folsom Prison Blues текст песни

Исполнитель: Mister Mat

альбом: The Lockdown Sessions EP

I hear the train a-comin'
It's rolling round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine
Since I don't know when
But 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 blowin'
I hang my head and cry
I bet there's rich folks eatin'
In a fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee
And smoking 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
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
Blowin' my blue away

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