Chords for Dwight Yoakam And Buck Owens - Folsom Prison Blues

_ _ _ _ _ Now you're going to go right up here.
Just light.
_ It's just right on up here, over there.
I said, yo, stay right.
Stay right. _
Turn in here.
Right [Ebm] here.
Why aren't you telling me?
Right!
If Buck [N] can give me directions, it makes sense.
Back to the club.
He said you go straight.
Buck and I'll be right back. _ _ _
I ain't going to jail.
As soon as I can get this thing in park and jump over.
You're the one that was driving.
I am.
I was not driving.
I'm in the back, officer.
You need legal guns.
[E] You got a gun?
Hey, hey, get [A] that.
Stolen silver [N] dollars.
You could pay your fine very easily.
_ How many guns are in here, officer?
I have no idea.
I'm too drunk to count them, officer.
Oh my God.
Buck, give me your license.
I ain't got no license.
He's driving.
He gets the ticket.
He does at all times.
He gets the ticket.
At all times.
You guys need to escort anywhere?
Sure, back to town.
Back to the club.
You're lucky he doesn't get a ticket, you know that?
Let me have your license.
I don't have my license.
When the state patrol stops, they won't be as nice.
You know, Dwight and I both are Johnny Cash fans.
And _ _ _ _ Johnny _ _ _ is such a tremendous contributor to our kind of music.
He hasn't been feeling well lately, now for several months.
_ So we're going to do one of his songs, Folsom Prison Blues.
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Yeah, that train's coming.
I'm floating around a bit.
I ain't seen sunshine.
I don't know when.
[D] I'm stuck in Folsom Prison.
_ And time keeps dragging [A] on. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That train keeps a-rolling.
On down to Santa [A] Ana and Tumblr. _ _ _ _ _ _
I was just a baby, and my mama told me, son,
[Am] I was being carried in the rain.
[D] She shot me in the wrist, son.
_ Just to watch him [A] die. _ _ _ _
[E] When I hit the floor, I hang my head [A] in the drawer.
Hey! _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ Lee Anderson on the guitar!
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And _ _ _ _ _ _
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I bet those rich folks eating in a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinking coffee.
Smoking big cigars.
[D] I know I had it coming.
_ I know I can't [A] be free. _ _ _ _ _
[E] That train keeps a-rolling.
_ And that's [C] what's all [A] serving me. _ _ _ _ _
This dreamy place has been real to me, man.
But I knew I _ _ [Am] _ _ _
[D] _ was sleeping _ [Am] _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ in the blues.
I knew I was sleeping in the blues.
[A] _ _ _ And _ [Em] I'd listen to those _ [E] whistles through my [A] blues, darling. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] moment ago, I heard someone right down in this section [B] say,
_ [E] Dwight, will you marry me?
[N] Was you?
_ _ _ It was her that asked that. No, she_
You wouldn't want me, [A] darling. _
_ _ _ I'm [B] a whole bucket full of trouble.