Chords for Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues - Live at San Quentin (Good sound quality)
Tempo:
127.05 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Okay.
[F]
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
[C]
[F]
I want to tell you about the three fellas that make the great sound behind me.
Two of them have been with me for about 13 years.
There's Marshall Grant from Jackson, Tennessee, W.S. Holland,
and just recently joining our group from Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bob Woodin.
I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend,
and I see the sun shinin', I don't know when,
[Bb] I'm stuck in Fultonburg, [F] and time keeps draggin' on.
[C] But that train keeps a-rollin' on down the sand [F] and on.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me,
Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with [G] guns.
[Bb] But I shot a man in Reno, just [F] to watch him die.
[B] When [C] I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head [F] and cry.
Yeah!
[Bb]
[F] Oh, how sweet!
Yeah, how sweet!
[C]
[G] Yeah!
[F]
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big [Gm] cigars.
Well, I [F] know I had it [Bb] comin'.
I know I [F] can't be free.
[C] But those people keep a-movin', and that's what [F] tortures me.
Hey, one more time!
[Bb]
Well, [F]
[C]
[G] [F] if they'd freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
then 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.
[C] [F]
[N]
[F]
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
[C]
[F]
I want to tell you about the three fellas that make the great sound behind me.
Two of them have been with me for about 13 years.
There's Marshall Grant from Jackson, Tennessee, W.S. Holland,
and just recently joining our group from Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bob Woodin.
I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend,
and I see the sun shinin', I don't know when,
[Bb] I'm stuck in Fultonburg, [F] and time keeps draggin' on.
[C] But that train keeps a-rollin' on down the sand [F] and on.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me,
Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with [G] guns.
[Bb] But I shot a man in Reno, just [F] to watch him die.
[B] When [C] I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head [F] and cry.
Yeah!
[Bb]
[F] Oh, how sweet!
Yeah, how sweet!
[C]
[G] Yeah!
[F]
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big [Gm] cigars.
Well, I [F] know I had it [Bb] comin'.
I know I [F] can't be free.
[C] But those people keep a-movin', and that's what [F] tortures me.
Hey, one more time!
[Bb]
Well, [F]
[C]
[G] [F] if they'd freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
then 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.
[C] [F]
[N]
Key:
F
C
Bb
G
B
F
C
Bb
_ _ _ Okay.
[F] _ _
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I want to tell you about the three fellas that make the great sound behind me.
Two of them have been with me for about 13 years.
There's Marshall Grant _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ from Jackson, Tennessee, W.S. Holland,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ and just recently joining our group from Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bob Woodin. _ _ _ _
_ _ I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend,
and I see the sun shinin', I don't know when,
[Bb] I'm stuck in Fultonburg, [F] and time keeps draggin' on. _
_ _ _ _ [C] But that train keeps a-rollin' on down the sand [F] and on.
_ When I was just a baby, my mama told me,
Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with [G] guns.
[Bb] But I shot a man in Reno, _ just [F] to watch him die. _ _
_ _ [B] When [C] I hear that whistle _ blowin', I hang my head [F] and cry. _
_ Yeah! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] Oh, how sweet!
_ Yeah, how sweet!
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah!
[F] _ _ _
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big [Gm] cigars.
Well, I [F] know I had it _ [Bb] comin'.
I know I [F] can't be free. _ _ _ _
_ [C] But those people keep a-movin', and that's what [F] tortures me.
Hey, one more time!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ if they'd freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
then 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.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _
Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.
[C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I want to tell you about the three fellas that make the great sound behind me.
Two of them have been with me for about 13 years.
There's Marshall Grant _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ from Jackson, Tennessee, W.S. Holland,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ and just recently joining our group from Tulsa, Oklahoma, Bob Woodin. _ _ _ _
_ _ I hear the train a-comin', it's rollin' round the bend,
and I see the sun shinin', I don't know when,
[Bb] I'm stuck in Fultonburg, [F] and time keeps draggin' on. _
_ _ _ _ [C] But that train keeps a-rollin' on down the sand [F] and on.
_ When I was just a baby, my mama told me,
Son, always be a good boy, don't ever play with [G] guns.
[Bb] But I shot a man in Reno, _ just [F] to watch him die. _ _
_ _ [B] When [C] I hear that whistle _ blowin', I hang my head [F] and cry. _
_ Yeah! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] Oh, how sweet!
_ Yeah, how sweet!
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] Yeah!
[F] _ _ _
I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dinin' car.
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big [Gm] cigars.
Well, I [F] know I had it _ [Bb] comin'.
I know I [F] can't be free. _ _ _ _
_ [C] But those people keep a-movin', and that's what [F] tortures me.
Hey, one more time!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ if they'd freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
then 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.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _