Chords for Folsom Prison Blues - Lexington Lab Band

Tempo:
106.75 bpm
Chords used:

E

B

A

G

Bm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Folsom Prison Blues - Lexington Lab Band chords
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[B] [G] [E]
I hear that train a-comin', it's rollin' around thin.
I ain't seen sunshine since I don't know when.
[A] Well, I'm stuck in post-prison, time keeps [E] draggin' on.
[C#] But that [B] train keeps rollin' all down to San [E] Antonio.
[A] [E] When I was just a baby, my mom told me, son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
[A] But I shot a man in the ring, just to watch [E] him die.
[A] [B] When I hear that lonesome whisk, I hang my head [E] and cry.
Sway!
[A]
[E]
[B]
[E]
Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in them fancy dinin' cars.
Them lops drinkin' coffee and [B] smokin' [G] big [G#] cigars.
Well, [A] I know I had it comin'.
Lord, I can't [E] be free, but [B] those people keep movin'.
And that's what torture [E] is.
[Bm] [E]
[A]
[E]
[B]
[Em] [E]
Well, there's dreams from this prison, if that railroad train was [Bm] mine.
[E] Yes, I'd leave it on a little farther down the line.
[A] Well, I'm stuck in post-prison, I swear I won't do [E] it again.
But [B] I would have never lost a head, so blow my boots [E] away.
[B] [F#] [E]
Key:  
E
2311
B
12341112
A
1231
G
2131
Bm
13421112
E
2311
B
12341112
A
1231
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I hear that train a-comin', it's rollin' around thin.
I ain't seen sunshine since I don't know when.
[A] Well, I'm stuck in post-prison, _ time keeps [E] draggin' on.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] But that [B] train keeps rollin' all down to San [E] Antonio.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] When I was just a baby, my mom told me, son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
[A] But I shot a man in the ring, _ just to watch [E] him die.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] [B] When I hear that lonesome whisk, I hang my head [E] and _ cry.
Sway! _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I bet there's rich folks eatin' in them fancy dinin' cars.
Them lops drinkin' coffee and [B] smokin' [G] big [G#] cigars.
Well, [A] I know I had it comin'.
Lord, I can't [E] be free, _ _ _ _ but [B] those people keep _ movin'.
And that's what torture [E] is.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ Well, there's dreams from this prison, if that railroad train was [Bm] mine.
[E] Yes, I'd leave it on a little farther down the line.
[A] Well, I'm stuck in post-prison, _ I swear I won't do [E] it again.
_ _ _ _ But [B] I would have never lost a head, so blow my boots [E] away. _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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