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.