C                                           F

Seems I got to have a change of scene 'Cause

Every night I have the strangest dreams

Imprisoned by the way it could have been,

Left here on my own or so it seems

I got to leave before I start to scream,

But someone's locked the door and took the key

You feelin' alright?  

I'm not feelin' too good myself

Well, you feelin' alright?

I'm not feelin' too good myself

Boy you sure took me for one big ride,

Even now I sit and wonder why

And when I think of you I start myself to cry out,

I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry

Gotta stop believin' in all your lies  

'Cause there's too much to do before I die, hey

You feelin' alright?  

I'm not feelin' too good myself

Well, you feelin' alright?

I'm not feelin' too good myself

Don't get too lost in all I say,

Though at the time I really felt that way

But that was then, and now you know it's today,

I can't get off, I guess I'm here to stay

'Til someone comes along and takes my place, yeah

With a different name, oh, and a different face

You feelin' alright?  

I'm not feelin' too good myself

Well, you feelin' alright?

I'm not feelin' too good myself

E            

I hear the train a-coming, it's rolling round the bend

                                                                     E7  

and I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when

        A                                                                                               E    

I'm stuck at Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on

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But that train keeps a-rollin' on down to San Antone

When I was just a baby, my Mama told me 'Son,

always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns.'

But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die

when I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry

Guitar solo/interlude

I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car

They're probably drinking coffee and smoking big cigars

But I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free

But those people keep a moving, and that's what tortures me

[Guitar solo/interlude]

Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine

I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line

Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay

And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away