[00:00.00] 作词 : Cash
[00:05.58]I hear the train a comin'
[00:07.22]It's rollin' 'round the bend,
[00:08.59]And I ain't seen the sunshine,
[00:12.28]Since, I don't know when,
[00:14.15]I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
[00:15.65]
[00:16.33]And time keeps draggin' on,
[00:20.19]But that train keeps a-rollin',
[00:25.93]On down to San Antone.
[00:27.18]
[00:28.64]When I was just a baby,
[00:31.96]My Mama told me, "Son,
[00:34.32]Always be a good boy,
[00:36.44]Don't ever play with guns,"
[00:38.44]But I shot a man in Reno,
[00:40.50]Just to watch him die,
[00:44.76]When I hear that whistle blowin',
[00:49.75]I hang my head and cry.
[00:54.44]
[01:18.85]I bet there's rich folks eatin',
[01:20.22]In a fancy dining car,
[01:22.97]They're probably drinkin' coffee,
[01:25.09]And smokin' big cigars,
[01:27.27]But I know I had it comin',
[01:28.71]I know I can't be free,
[01:32.74]
[01:36.24]But those people keep a-movin',
[01:37.11]
[01:39.18]And that's what tortures me.
[01:41.57]
[02:07.56]Well, if they freed me from this prison,
[02:08.81]If that railroad train was mine,
[02:12.43]I bet I'd move out over a little,
[02:14.18]Farther down the line,
[02:16.68]Far from Folsom Prison,
[02:17.61]That's where I want to stay,
[02:22.48]
[02:25.29]And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
[02:26.79]Blow my Blues away.

作词 : Cash
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 out over 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.