Folsom Prison Blues --- Johnny Cash

I [E]hear that train a-comin’, It’s rollin’ ‘round the bend,

And I ain’t seen the sunshine since [E7]I don’t know when.

I’m [A7]stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin’ [E]on.

But that [B7]train keeps a-rollin’ on down to San An-[E]tone.

When [E]I was just a baby, My mama told me, “Son,

Always be a good boy, don’t [E7]ever play with guns.”

But I [A7]shot a man in Reno, just to watch him [E]die.

When I [B7]hear that whistle blowin’ I hang my head and [E]cry.

I [E]bet there’s rich folks eatin’ in a fancy dining car.

They’re prob’ly drinkin’ coffee and [E7]smokin’ big cigars,

But I [A7]know I had it comin’. I know I can’t be [E]free.

But those [B7]people keep a-movin’ and that’s what tortures [E]me.

Well if they [E]freed me from this prison; if that railroad train was mine,

I bet I’d move it on a little [E7]farther down the line.

[A7]Far from Folsom Prison, that’s where I want to [E]stay.

And I’d [B7]let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a-[E]way.

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