Capo 1st fret

Intro:

|    B7    |    B7    |     E     |     E     |

  E

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.

      A

I'm stuck at Folsom Prison

                                            E

And time keeps draggin' on,

             B7

But that train keeps rollin'

                                 E

On down to San An-tone.

           E

When I was just a baby,

My momma told me, "Son,

always be a good;

Don't ever play with guns."

         A

But I shot a man in Reno

                              E

Just to watch him die.

             B7

When I hear that whistle blowin'

                                 E

I hang my head and cry.

  E

I bet there's rich folks eatin'

From a fancy dining car.

They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee

and smokin' big cigars.

            A

Well, I know I had it comin',

                            E

I know I can't be free.

                B7

But those people keep a-movin'

                                       E

And that's what tortures me.

                     E

Well, if they freed me from this prison,

If that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move it on

A little farther down the line,

A

Far from Folsom Prison,

                                     E

That's where I want to stay.

             B7

And I'd let that lonesome whistle

                            E

Blow my blues a-way.