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I ^Ghear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,

An^Gd I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know ^G7when,

I'm ^C7stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' ^Gon.

But that ^D7train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An^Gtone.





2. When I was just a baby, my momma told me, "Son,

Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."

But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry.



3. I bet there's rich folk eatin'in a fancy dining car.

They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,

But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,

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



4. Well if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,

I bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line,

Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.