Folsom

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I hear the train a-coming, it's rolling round the bend
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and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
    C                                              G    
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on
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But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone

G
When I was just a baby, my Mama told me 'Son,
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always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns.'
      C                                       G
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

[Guitar solo/interlude]

G
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
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They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
      C                                       G
But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
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But those people keep a moving, and that's what tortures me

[Guitar solo/interlude]

G
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
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I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
      C                                       G
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay
       D7                                           G
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away