Tekst:
Folsom

I found him by the railroad track this morning I could see that he was nearly dead I knelt down beside him and I listened Just to hear the words the dying

Ten years ago on a cold dark night Someone was killed 'neath the town hall lights There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna

Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me yell I've got 24 minutes to go

his right hand The verdict read in the first degree I hollered, "Lordy, Lordy have mercy on me" The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there runs Mary

set my soul free There's a Greystone chapel here at Folsom A house of worship in this den of sin You wouldn't think that God had a place here at Folsom

After seven years behind these bars together I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go If only I had not tried to escape They'd barred

Last time we were here at Folsom Prison, they were hanging Joe Bean.Is Joe still here...Joe Bean?Hang the son of a bitch anyways, right? Well, they