(G)I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine (G7)since I don't know when.
I'm (C)stuck in Folsom prison and time keeps draggin' (G)on.
But that (D7)train keeps a rollin' on down to San An(G)tone.
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 hear (D7)that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and (G)cry.
(E7) into key change.)
(A)I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and (A7)smokin' big cigars.
But I (D)know I had it comin', I know i can't be (A)free.
But those (E7)people keep a movin',
And that's what tortures (A)me.
Well, if they'd freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move it on a little (A7)farther down the line,
(D)Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to (A)stay,
And I'd l(E7)et that lonesome whistle blow my blues a(A)way.
