FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
[C] I hear the train a-comin', It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since [C7] I don't know when,
I'm [F] stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' [C] on.
But that [G7] train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An-[C]-tone.
When [C] I was just a baby, my momma told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don't [C7] ever play with guns."
But I [F] shot a man in Reno, just to watch him [C] die.
When I [G7] hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and [C] cry.
[C] I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and [C7] smokin' fat cigars,
Well I [F] know I had it comin', I know I can't be [C] free.
But those [G7] people keep on movin', and that's what tortures [C] me.
Well if they [C] freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on a little [C7] farther down the line.
[F] Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to [C] stay.
And I'd [G7] let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a-[C]-way.