Dos trenes bajo el Sol de 1955

 Johnny Cash y Elvis Presley en 1957

Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone

Train train, comin’ ‘round, ‘round the bend
Train train, comin’ ‘round the bend
Well it took my baby, but it never will again

Train train, comin’ down, down the line
Train train, comin’ down the line
Well it’s bringin’ my baby, ‘cause she’s mine all, all mine

Mystery Train
Elvis Presley, 11 de julio de 1955 


I hear the train a-comin’
It’s rollin’ ‘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 blowin’,
I hang my head and cry.

I bet there’s rich folks eatin’,
In a fancy dining car,
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee,
And smokin’ big cigars,
But I know I had it comin’,
I know I can’t be free,
But those people keep a-movin’,
And that’s what tortures me.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I’d move out over 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.

Folsom Prison Blues
Johnny Cash, 15 de diciembre de 1955

Y uno que no sabe si subirse al tren, si quedarse en la estación, si tirar para un andén u otro… 

Alberto Alvarez-Perea

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