Interpret:

Petr Kocman

Album:

Dej Country Štěstí

I hear the train a commin 
it´s rollin´round the band 
and I ain´t have seen the sunshine 
since, I don´t know when 
I´m stuck at Folsom prison 
and time keeps dragin´ on 
but than train keeps rollin 
on down to San Anton. 


When I was just a baby my mamma 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 eating in fancy dining car 
they´re probly drinkin coffe and smokin´ big cigars 
but I know I had it commin´ I know I can´t be free 
but those people keep a movin´and that´s what 
tortures me. 


Well if they fred me from this prison 
if that railroad train was mind 
I bet I´d move on over a little feather down the line 
far from Folsom prison that´s wher I want to say 
and I´d let that Lonesome whistle blow my 
blues away.