Slow Down / Folsom Prison Blues (Live)

Ah, hey you be the wheels, I be the spokes honey You be the wheels, I be the spokes baby When you start to turning, my heart start to burning Slow down, baby, slow down Slow down (slow down) oh set me free My haunted heart is going round and round You live too fast, you got so much class Slow down, baby slow down, hey I hear the train coming Rolling round the bend But I ain't seen the sunshines I don't know when I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps dragging on But that train keeps moving on down to San Antone, ah When I was just a baby, 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 whistleblowing, I hang my head and cry Well, if they free me from this prison If that railroad train was mine Probably 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 Blow my blues away Haha, alright, Osaka