(A magyar jelölést használom, vagyis a B egy fél hanggal leszállított H-t jelöl.)

[F]I hear the train a comin', it's rollin' 'round the bend,
[F]And I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when
I'm [B]stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on [F] [F]
But that [C]train keeps a-rollin', on down to San An[F]tone.

[F]When I was just a baby, my Mama told me, "Son
[F]Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns,"
[B]But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die [F] [F]
When I [C]hear that whistle blowin'
[C]I hang my head and [F]cry.

solo:
[F] [F] [F] [F]
[B] [B] [F] [F]
[C] [C] [F] 

[F]I bet there's rich folks eatin' in a fancy dining car
[F]They're probably drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars
[B]But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free [F] [F]
But those [C]people keep a-movin' and that's what tortures [F]me.

solo:
[F] [F] [F] [F]
[B] [B] [F] [F]
[C] [C] [F] 

[F]Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine
[F]I bet I'd move out over a little farther down the line
[B]Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay [F] [F]
And I'd [C]let that lonesome whistle blow my blues a[F]way.