Steve McQueen

Todo lo que sé del mundo de los comics me lo ha enseñado pingüino. También me ha enseñado una forma de vida, el Steve McQueen Style. Me contó que estuvo en la vieja prisión de Folsom. Le cayeron 10 años por disparar a un hombre sólo por verle morir (sí, es muy difícil ser original hoy en día, pero esas historias son parte de la historia común... ya no tienen dueño). Le faltaban seis días para salir... y decidió fugarse...

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 Anton..
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..
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...
Well if they´d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little further 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.....