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