Folsom Prison Blues Live Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

F 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. I'm stA♯uck in Folsom Prison, and

  time keeps draggin Fon. But that trCain keeps a-rollin on down the San

  AnFtone. When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son, always be a good

  boy, don't ever play with guns, but I sA♯hot a man in Reno just to watch

  him dFie. When I hCear that whistle blowin, I hang my head and cFry.

I'll bet there's rich folks eatin on a fancy dinin car. They're probly

drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars, well, I know I had it comin, I

know I can't be free, but those people keep a-movin, and that's what

tortures me. Well, if they free me from this prison, if that railroad

train was mine, I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line, far

from Folsom Prison. That's where I want to stay. And I'd let that

lonesome whistle blow my blues away.