I hear the train a comin’
it’s rolling 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 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
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..
I bet there’s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can’t be free
but those people keep a movin’
and that’s what tortures me…
Well if they’d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move just a little further 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…..
…ne-a mai ramas, nerascolita de palide Ispite… Iar Ziua in care Ispita nu te mai imboldeste se numeste ” O singura Zi “… pentru ca toate celelalte zile care urmeaza se vor pravalii peste tine intr-o asurzitoare amagire fara mingiiere…
Atunci cind se termina Dimineata, urmeaza Prinzul aducator de Odihna cumpatata… ” Boierul cit de mic, dupa masa doarme-un PIC “… Nu?!??…
… caruia, nepotul needucat si arogant ii cinta, tipind din toti rarunchii:
Bunele maniere s-au scurs din manusi in jargoanele vestite ale cluburilor de doua pirturi de cal transpirat de prin tirgul Bucurestilor…
Atingerea Imaginii creaza Iluzia Firescului care ne-a devenit atit de strain…
