| B | | I | hear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend, |
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| B | B7 | | An | d I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know | when, |
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| E7 | B | | I'm | stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' | on. |
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| F#7 | B | | But that | train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An | tone. |
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When I was just a baby, my momma told me, "Son, |
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Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns." |
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But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. |
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When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry. |
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I bet there's rich folk eatin'in a fancy dining car. |
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They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars, |
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But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free, |
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But those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me. |
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Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine, |
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I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line, |
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Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay, |
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And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away. |
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