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 stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps drappin' on

But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone.

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When (G)I was just a baby, my momma told me, Son,

(G)Alway's be a good boy; don't ever play with (G7)guns.

But I (C7) shot a man in Reno, just to watch him (G)die.

When I (D7)hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and (G)cry.

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I (G)bet there's rich folk eatin; in a fancy dining car.

the're (G)prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big (G7)cigars,

But I (C7)know I had it comin', I know I can't be (G)free,

But those (D7)people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures (G)me.

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Well if they (G)freed me form this prison, if that railroad train was mine,

I (G)bet i'd move it over alittle farther down the (G7)line,

Far (C7)from Folsom prison, that's where i want to (G)stay,

and i'd (D7)let that lonesome whistle blow mx blues (G)away.