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Song Name: Folsom Prison Blues (easy chrom) By: Johnny Cash
Posted By: WaltP Difficulty: Any
Key: C Genre: Blues
Harp Type: Chromatic Audio:
Created: 2012-10-27 14:31:39 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Song: FOLSOM PRISON BLUES easy chrom
By Johnny Cash 
Key: C

    G 
10 10   10   -10 11  9  9
6  6    6    -6   7  5  5
I hear that train a-com-in' 

 10  10  10     -10  11   10
 6    6   6     -6     7  6
It's rol-lin' 'round the bend, 
                 G#dim    
10 10  10    -10 -10* 11   9
 6  6   6    -6  -6*  7    5
And I ain't seen the sun-shine, 

  9   10  10    10   -9*
  5    6   6    6    -5*
Since, I don't know when, 
      C 
-9*  -9   9  -9   9  -9   9
-5*  -5   5  -5   5  -5   5
I'm stuck in Fol-som Pri-son, 
                         G 
-9   -9    9    -9*  9   7
-5   -5    5    -5*  5   3
And time keeps drag-gin' on, 
           D7 
10   10   -9    -9  -9  9   7
 6   6    -5    -5  -5  5   3
But that train keeps a-rol-lin', 
                      G     
7   7   7  7-6 -5*-5  5
3   3   3  3-2 -1*-1  1
On down to San An-  tone. 

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 eatin', 
In a fancy dining car, 
They're probably 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. 

Well, if they freed me from this prison, 
If that railroad train was mine, 
I bet I'd move out 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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