Folsom Prison Blues
J. Cash
NOTE: I don't do actual tablature very often, so sorry if the lick is hard to read.
You probably know it anyways.
CAPO II
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INTRO: E
I [E]hear that train a-comin, it's comin' around the bend
[E]I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm [A]locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' [E]on
And I [B7]hear that train a-rollin' on down to San An[E]tone
When I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy and don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that lonesome whistle I hang my head and cry
SOLO
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But I hear that train a-rollin' me and that's what tortures me
SOLO
If they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I long to be
And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away
OUTRO lick (skip the very first note of the INTRO lick)
J. Cash
NOTE: I don't do actual tablature very often, so sorry if the lick is hard to read.
You probably know it anyways.
CAPO II
INTRO LICK:
1-------------------------------------|
2-------------------------------------|
3-------------------------------------|
4---------------1---1-----------------|
5--2---2---2-------------2------------|
6-----------------------------2b---0--|
INTRO: E
I [E]hear that train a-comin, it's comin' around the bend
[E]I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when
I'm [A]locked in Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' [E]on
And I [B7]hear that train a-rollin' on down to San An[E]tone
When I was just a baby my mama told me son
Always be a good boy and don't ever play with guns
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
When I hear that lonesome whistle I hang my head and cry
SOLO
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
Well I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free
But I hear that train a-rollin' me and that's what tortures me
SOLO
If they freed me from this prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it over a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I long to be
And let that train keep rollin' and roll my blues away
OUTRO lick (skip the very first note of the INTRO lick)
