{t:Folsom Prison Blues}
{st:Johnny Cash}

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I [E]hear the train a-comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And [E]I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm [A7]stuck in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' [E]on.
But that [B7]train keeps a-rollin' on down to San An[E]tone.
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When [E]I was just a baby, my momma told me, "Son,
Always [E]be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I [A7]shot a man in Reno, just to watch him [E]die.
When I [B7]hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and [E]cry.
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I [E]bet there's rich folk eatin'in a fancy dining car.
They're [E]prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I [A7]know I had it comin', I know I can't be [E]free,
But those [B7]people keep a-movin', and that's what tortures [E]me.
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Well if they [E]freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I [E]bet I'd move it all a little farther down the line,
[A7]Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I'd want to [E]stay,
And I'd [B7]let that lonesome whistle blow my blues [E]away.
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