G I hear the train acoming itʼs rolling round the bend G7 and I ainʼt seen the sunshine sine I donʼt know when C G Iʼm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps dragginʼ on D G But that train keeps rollinʼ on down to San Antone G When I was just a baby my Mama told me ʼSon G7 always be a good boy; donʼt ever play with guns. C G But I shot the man in Reno, just to watch him die D G when I hear that whistle blowinʼ I hang my head and cry G I bet thereʼs rich folks eating in a fancy dining car G7 Theyʼre probably drinkinʼ coffee and smoking big cigars C G Well I know I had it coming, I know I canʼt be free D But those people keep a-movinʼ G and thatʼs what tortures me G Well if they freed me from this prison G if that railroad train was mine G7 I bet Iʼd move it on a little farther down the line C G Far from Folsom prison, thatʼs where I want to stay D G And Iʼd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
