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| Well I hear that train is commin', it's rollin' down the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
Well I'm stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps 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 gun
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
now I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
Well I bet there's rich folks {tu je daco ine len nerozumiem daco ako indian manner}eatin' in a
fancy dining car
They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But that people keeps movin' and that's what tortures me
Well if they freed me from this prison
if that railroad train was mine
I bet move it on over little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that{tu to tiež spieva trocha ináč a nič mu nerozumieť} lonesome whistle blow my
blues away
Alright.
9. ... najviac z mojeho srdca ...
A teraz, sa pomaly, pomaly a isto rozlúčime so skupinou ktorá bola za mnou. Oni pôjdu, ale ja,
ja vám zaspievam pesničku, ktorá je, no môžem teraz už ak tu nie su, ta môžem povedť, že toto ja
najviac z mojeho srdca bo to som napisal keď som mal, no také, som mal také obdobie že som písal
pesničky zo srdac a jedna z tych pesničiek bola tota, ktoru vam tearaz zahram. A vola sa Láska
moja de si.
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