Folsom Prison Blues Harmonica Tab

Diatonic Harmonica Tab

Key: G 

4  5    5    -5   6  4  4
I hear that train a-com-in' 
 4    5   5     -5    6   4
It's rol-lin' 'round the bend, 
 4  5  5    -5   5   6    4 
And I ain't seen the sun-shine, 
  4   -4   5     4  -4 4 
Since, I don't know when, 
-44   -4  4  -4   4  -4   4 
I'm stuck in Fol-som Pri-son, 
-4   -4    4   -4 4 -4    3    
And time keeps drag-gin' on, 
 4   4    -4    -4   4 -4   3 
But that train keeps a-rol-lin', 
3   3   3   3   2  1 
On down to San An-tone.

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. 

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

Well, if they freed me from this prison, 
If that railroad train was mine, 
I bet I'd move out over 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. 

Chromatic Harmonica Tab

Key:G

    G
-8 -8   -8    9  -9  7   7  
I hear that train a-com-in'

-8    -8  -8      9   -9  -8
It's rol-lin' 'round the bend,
                 G#dim   
-8 -8  -8     9  9*  -9    7
And I ain't seen the sun-shine,

7     -8  -8    -8   -7*
Since, I don't know when,
      C
-7*   -7  7  -7   7   -7  7
I'm stuck in Fol-som Pri-son,
                         G
-7   -7    7    -7*  7   -5
And time keeps drag-gin' on,
           D7
-8   -8    -7   -7  -7  7   -5
But that train keeps a-rol-lin',
                      G    
-5  -5  -5 -55 -3*-3  3 
On down to San An-  tone.

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.

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

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over 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.