Folsom Prison Blues

{t:Folsom Prison Blues}
{st:Johnny Cash}


[E]I hear the train a comin'
[E]It's rollin' 'round the bend,
[E]And I ain't seen the sunshine,
[E]Since, I don't know when,
I'm s[A]tuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' [E]on,
But that [B]train keeps a-rollin',
On down to [A]San An[E]tone.

[E]When I was just a baby,
[E]My Mama told me, "Son,
[E]Always be a good boy,
[E]Don't ever play with guns,"
But I [A]shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him [E]die,
When I [B]hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my [A]head and [E]cry.

Solo:

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


[E]Well, if they freed me from this prison,
[E]If that railroad train was mine,
[E]I bet I'd move out over a little,
[E]Farther down the line,
[A]Far from Folsom Prison,
[A]That's where I want to [E]stay,
[E]And I'd let that [B]lonesome whistle,
[A]Blow my Blues [E]away.


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