Chords for Folsom Prison Blues

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I hear the train coming, it's rolling around there.
And I see the sunshine, I don't know where.
[A] I'm stuck at Folsom Grid, _ and time keeps [E] dragging on.
_ [B] _ [E] _ _ But [B] that train keeps rolling, all down the [E] San Antonio.
_ When I was just a baby, my mama told me, son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
[A] But I shot a man in Reno, _ just to watch him [E] die.
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[E] _ _ _ [A#] When [B] I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head [E] and cry. _
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_ _ I bet there's Ritz-Pole tea, and a fancy dining car.
They're probably drinking coffee, and smoking mixed cigars.
Well [A] I know I had it coming, I know I can't be [E] free. _ _
_ _ But [B] those people keep a-moving, and that's what [E] tortures me. _ _
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[E] _ _ Well if they'd be from the streets, if that railroad train was mine.
Bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line.
[A] Far from Folsom Grid, _ that's where I want to [E] stay.
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[E] _ _ _ [B] And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues [E] away. _
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