F
I hear the train a-coming, itʼs rolling round the bend
F
and I ainʼt seen the sunshine since I donʼt know when
Bb F
Iʼm stuck at Folsom Prison, and time keeps dragginʼ on
C F
But that train keeps a-rollinʼ on down to San Antone
F
When I was just a baby, my Mama told me ʼSon,
F
always be a good boy; donʼt ever play with guns.ʼ
Bb F
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
C F
when I hear that whistle blowinʼ I hang my head and cry
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I bet thereʼs rich folks eatinʼ from a fancy dining car
F
Theyʼre probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
Bb F
But I know I had it coming, I know I canʼt be free
C F
But those people keep a moving, and thatʼs what tortures me
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Well, if they freed me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
F
I bet Iʼd move it on a little farther down the line
Bb F
Far from Folsom Prison, thatʼs where I want to stay
C F C F
And Iʼd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
