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