Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash lyrics and chords

Folsom Prison Blues is one of the most popular songs of the time. Folsom Prison Blues lyrics were written by Johnny Cash. This song has sung by johnny Cash

SingerJohnny Cash
AlbumJohnny Cash with His Hot and Blue Guitar!
Released1955
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Folsom Prison Blues by:

I Hear The Train A-Comin’; It’s Rollin’ ‘Round The Bend,
And I Ain’t Seen The Sunshine Since I Don’t Know When,
I’m Stuck At Folsom Prison And Time Keeps Draggin’ On.
But That Train Keeps A-Rollin’
On Down To San Antone.

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When I Was Just A Baby, My Mama 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.

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I Bet There’s Rich Folks 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.

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Well, If They Freed Me From This
Prison, If That Railroad Train Was Mine,
I Bet I’d Move On Over 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.

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I hear the train a comin’, it’s rollin’ round the bend

and I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when

I’m stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin’ on

But that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby my Mama 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

I bet there’s rich folks eating from a fancy dining car

They’re probably drinking coffee and smokin’ big cigars

Well, 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

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

I bet I’d move it on 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

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