Tisdag
Folsom prison blues
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 Antone..
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 blowing, I hang my head and cry..
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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...
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Well if they freed 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
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Lite lite jobb idag.. skulle var mer men maskin aset.. åå min kärlek :)
Så ja gick hem och nu har jag vart ute och sprungit.. innan det satt jag och tittade i genom min så kallade minnes låda.. Det är helt sjukt va ja sparar på allt nästan! biobiljetter som är stört gamla osv.. väldigt kul och många minnen kom fram :)
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Nu ska jag städa mitt rum lite sen blir det nog en tidig säng ikväll :)
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Bbfn bitches
Suget finns ju och det är inte litet...
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