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
| Singer | Johnny Cash |
| Album | Johnny Cash with His Hot and Blue Guitar! |
| Released | 1955 |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
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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“Tune down a whole step or transpose -2 to match recording.
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
