E
B7
E
E
I hear the train a comin’
A
I’m stuck in Folsom Prison,
E
And time keeps draggin’ on,
B7
But that train keeps a-rollin’,
E
On down to San Antone.
E
When I was just a baby,
A
But I shot a man in Reno,
E
Just to watch him die,
B7
When I hear that whistle blowin’,
E
I hang my head and cry.
E
A
E
B7
E
E
I bet there’s rich folks eatin’,
A
But I know I had it comin’,
E
I know I can’t be free,
B7
But those people keep a-movin’,
E
And that’s what tortures me.
E
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
A
Far from Folsom Prison,
E
That’s where I want to stay,
B7
And I’d let that lonesome whistle,
E
Blow my blues away.
E
B7
A
