歌曲 | Folsom Prison Blues |
歌手 | Bill Miller |
专辑 | Reservation Road: Live |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
-= Everlast 《 Folsom Prison Blues 》=- | |
I hear the train a comin' | |
Comin' '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 | |
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' whiskey | |
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 |
Everlast Folsom Prison Blues | |
I hear the train a comin' | |
Comin' ' 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 | |
That train keeps arollin' | |
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' whiskey | |
And smokin' big cigars | |
But I know I had it comin' | |
I know I can' t be free | |
But those people keep amovin' | |
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 |
Everlast Folsom Prison Blues | |
I hear the train a comin' | |
Comin' ' 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 | |
That train keeps arollin' | |
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' whiskey | |
And smokin' big cigars | |
But I know I had it comin' | |
I know I can' t be free | |
But those people keep amovin' | |
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 |