E
I hear the train a comin’
E
It’s rollin’ ’round the bend,
E
And I ain’t seen the sunshine,
E
Since, I don’t know when,I’m s
A
tuck in Folsom Prison,And time keeps draggin’
E
on,But that
B
train keeps a-rollin’,On down to
A
San
An
E
tone.
E
When I was just a baby,
E
My Mama told me, “Son,
E
Always be a good boy,
E
Don’t ever play with guns,”But I
A
shot a man in Reno,Just to watch him
E
die,When I
B
hear that whistle blowin’,I hang my
A
head and
E
cry.
Solo:
E
I bet there’s rich folks eatin’,
E
In a fancy dining car,
E
They’re probably drinkin’ coffee,
E
And smokin’ big cigars,
E
But I
A
know I had it comin’,
A
I know I can’t be
E
free,
E
But those
B
people keep a-movin’,And that’s what
A
tortures
E
me.
Solo:
E
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
E
If that railroad train was mine,
E
I bet I’d move out over a little,
E
Farther down the line,
A
Far from Folsom Prison,
A
That’s where I want to
E
stay,
E
And I’d let that
B
lonesome
whistle,
A
Blow my Blues
E
away.
Outro:
These known chords are used in this song.
