Johnny Cash, nacido John Ray Cash (26 de febrero de 1932 - 12 de septiembre de 2003) fue un cantautor estadounidense de country, gospel, rock and roll y rockabilly. Fue uno de los máximos representantes de la música country, aunque creó su propio subgénero musical.
Cash fue conocido por su profunda voz, por el característico sonido boom-chick-a-boom de su banda de acompañamiento, los Tennessee Three y, por vestir ropa oscura, lo que le valió el apodo de «El Hombre de Negro» («The Man in Black»).
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This is the Version of Folsom Prison Blues that Cash played in his later life during the late 80s till the end of his career the main source I use is this - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzCyHZLhYK4 and go to 50 seconds in
If youre playing both parts of singing and solos and introduction then do not use a capo
Chord Fingering [if not using a capo then the chords are E, E7, A and B7]
D D7 G A7 E|-2--2--3--3------| B|-3--1--0--2------| G|-2--2--0--2------| D|-0--0--0--2------| A|-------2--0------| E|-------3---------|
N.C Hello I'm Johnny Cash
[Verse one]
D I hear the train a comin', It's rollin' 'round the bend D D7 And I ain't seen the sunshine, Since, I don't know when G D I'm stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin' on A7 D But that train keeps a-rollin', On down to San Antone
[Verse 2]
D When I was just a baby. My Mama told me, son D D7 Always be a good boy. Don't ever play with guns G D But I shot a man in Reno. Just to watch him die A7 D When I hear that whistle blowin'. I hang my head and cry
[Verse 3]
D I bet there's rich folks eatin', In a fancy dining car D D7 They're probably drinkin' coffee, And smokin' big cigars G D But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free A7 D But those people keep a-movin', And that's what tortures me
[Chorus]
D Well, if they freed me from this prison, If that railroad train was mine D D7 I bet I'd move out over a little, Farther down the line G D Far from Folsom Prison, That's where I want to stay A7 D And I'd let that lonesome whistle, Blow my blues away