{t:Folsom Prison Blues}
{st:Johnny Cash & Gordon Jenkins (1955)}
{c:original in E}
{c:strum: | d - D u d - D u | (weak STRONG and) 1 2 & 3 4 &}
{c: verse 1}
I [G]hear the train a comin’, it's rollin’ round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since [G7]I don't know when.
I'm [C]stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps dragging [G]on,
But that [D7]train keeps rolling on down to San An-[G]tone.
{c: verse 2}
When I was just a baby, my mama told me Son,
Always be a good boy, don't [G7]ever play with guns.
But I [C]shot a man in Reno just to watch him [G]die.
When I [D7]hear that whistle blowin’ I hang my head and [G]cry.
{c:KAZOO VERSE!!!}
{c: verse 3}
I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinkin’ coffee and [G7]smoking big cigars.
But I [C]know I had it coming I know I can't be [G]free,
But those [D7]people keep a movin’ and that's what tortures [G]me
{c: verse 4}
Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine.
I bet I'd move on over a little [G7]farther down the line,
[C]Far from Folsom Prison that's where I want to [G]stay,
And I'd [D7]let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a-[G]way.
