Тональность
F I hear the train a-comin. It's rollin round the bend, and I ain't seen Bb the sunshine since I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and F C time keeps draggin on. But that train keeps a-rollin on down the San F Antone. When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son, always be a good Bb boy, don't ever play with guns, but I shot a man in Reno just to watch F C F him die. When I hear that whistle blowin, I hang my head and cry. I'll bet there's rich folks eatin on a fancy dinin car. They're probly drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars, well, 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 free 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 blow my blues away.
