F# I hear the train acoming itʼs rolling round the bend F#7 and I ainʼt seen the sunshine sine I donʼt know when B F# Iʼm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps dragginʼ on C#7 F# But that train keeps rollinʼ on down to San Antone F# When I was just a baby my Mama told me ʼSon F#7 always be a good boy; donʼt ever play with guns. B F# But I shot the man in Reno, just to watch him die C#7 F# when I hear that whistle blowinʼ I hang my head and cry F# I bet thereʼs rich folks eating in a fancy dining car F#7 Theyʼre probably drinkinʼ coffee and smoking big cigars B F# Well I know I had it coming, I know I canʼt be free C#7 But those people keep a-movinʼ F# and thatʼs what tortures me F# Well if they freed me from this prison F# if that railroad train was mine F#7 I bet Iʼd move it on a little farther down the line B F# Far from Folsom prison, thatʼs where I want to stay C#7 F# And Iʼd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
