Intro: I hear the train a comin, It's rollin round the bend 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 mamma 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 (solo) I bet there's rich folk eatin in a fancy dinin car Probaly drinkin coffee and smokin big cigars But I knew I had it comin, I know I can't be free But those people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures me (solo) If they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine I think that I would move a little farther down the line Far from folsom prison, thats where I'd want to stay And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away (Play little lick) |-------------------| |-------------------| |-------------------| |-------1-1---------| |-2-2-2-----2-------| |-------------2br-0-|