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Song Name: Folsom Prison Blues (chromatic) By: Johnny Cash
Posted By: WaltP Difficulty: Any
Key: G Genre: Blues
Harp Type: Chromatic Audio:
Created: 2008-11-16 22:11:56 Modified: 2009-11-06 16:11:13
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Song: FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
By Johnny Cash
Key:G

    G
-8 -8   -8    9  -9  7   7  
I hear that train a-com-in'

-8    -8  -8      9   -9  -8
It's rol-lin' 'round the bend,
                 G#dim   
-8 -8  -8     9  9*  -9    7
And I ain't seen the sun-shine,

7     -8  -8    -8   -7*
Since, I don't know when,
      C
-7*   -7  7  -7   7   -7  7
I'm stuck in Fol-som Pri-son,
                         G
-7   -7    7    -7*  7   -5
And time keeps drag-gin' on,
           D7
-8   -8    -7   -7  -7  7   -5
But that train keeps a-rol-lin',
                      G    
-5  -5  -5 -55 -3*-3  3 
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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