_ Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
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F _ _ _ hear the train a-comin'.
It's rollin' round the bend.
And I ain't seen the sunshine since.
I don't know when.
Bb I'm stuck in Folsom Prison.
And time keeps
F draggin' on _ _ _ .
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C But that train keeps rollin'.
On down to San
F Antonio.
When I was just a baby.
My mama told me, son.
Always be a good boy.
Don't ever play with
C guns.
But
Bb I shot a man in Reno.
Just
F to watch him die.
When _ _
C I hear that whistle blowin'.
I hang my head
Fm and cry _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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F _ _ _ I bet those rich folks eatin'.
From a fancy dinin' car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee.
And smokin' big cigars.
Bb Well, I know I had it comin'.
I know I
F can't be free.
But _ _ _
C those people keep a-movin'.
And that's what
F tortures me.
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Fm Well,.
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F _ _ _ .
if they'd freed me from this prison.
If that railroad train was mine.
I bet I'd move it on.
A little farther down the line.
Bb Far from Folsom Prison.
That's where I
F want to stay.
And _ _ _
C.
I'd let that lonesome whistle.
Blow my
F blues away.
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