Intro: B7 E
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I hear the train a comin, It's rollin round the bend
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I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when
A E
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, And time keeps draggin on
B7 E
But that train keeps a rollin on down to San Antone
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When I was just a baby, my mamma told me son
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Always be a good boy don't ever play with guns
A E
But I shot a man in Reno, Just to watch him die
B7 E
When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry
(solo)
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I bet there's rich folk eatin in a fancy dinin car
E7
Probaly drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars
A E
But I knew I had it comin, I know I can't be free
B7 E
But those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me
(solo)
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If they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine
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I think that I would move a little farther down the line
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Far from folsom prison, thats where I'd want to stay
B7 E
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
(Play little lick)
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