Fulsom Prison Blues

Intro:  / B7 - - - / - - - - / E - - - / - - - - / - - - - / - - - - /  
  
    E (8)  
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 (4)  
I`m stuck in Folsom Prison,  
                                     E (4)  
And time keeps draggin` on,  
              B7 (4)  
But that train keeps a-rollin`,  
                            E (2)  
On down to San Antone.  
  
         E (8)  
When I was just a baby,  
My Mama told me, "Son,  
Always be a good boy,  
Don`t ever play with guns,"  
  
           A (4)  
But I shot a man in Reno,  
                            E (4)  
Just to watch him die,  
             B7 (4)  
When I hear that whistle blowin`,  
                                E (2)  
I hang my head and cry.  
  
Solo (instrumental verse)  
  
   E (8)  
I bet there`s rich folks eatin`,  
In a fancy dining car,  
They`re probably drinkin` coffee,  
And smokin` big cigars,  
  
           A (4)  
But I know I had it comin`,  
                            E (4)  
I know I can`t be free,  
                 B7 (4)  
But those people keep a-movin`,  
                                      E (2)  
And that`s what tortures me.  
  
Solo (instrumental verse)  
  
                    E (8)  
Well, if they freed me from this prison,  
If that railroad train was mine,  
I bet I`d move out over a little,  
Farther down the line,  
  
  A (4)  
Far from Folsom Prison,  
                                    E (4)  
That`s where I want to stay,  
           B7 (4)  
And I`d let that lonesome whistle,  
                           E (2)  
Blow my blues away.  
  
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