El blues de Folsom prison
Folsom prison blues El blues de la presó de Folsom 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. Sent com s’acosta el tren Per la revolta I ja no recorde quan de temps fa Que no veig la llum del sol Estic tancat a la presó de Folsom I passa el temps Però eixe tren continua rodant Cap a 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, When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry. Quan era un xiquet Ma mare em va dir, «Fill, Sigues sempre un bon xic, No jugues mai amb pistoles» Però jo vaig matar un home a Reno Només per veure com moria, Quan sent eixe xiulit Abaixe el cap i plore. I bet there's rich folks eatin', In a fancy dining ca...