Chain gang, chain
I was just a kid a roamin' Travelin' a little ol' town When a chief walked up and said, "Come me You're and son, that's vagrancy"
a carefree lad who loved to roam And how I wish that I had at home For the way that I pleaded I would rather It's no of living on a chain gang
I dig that ditch, I chop corn Curse the day that I was I believe better for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a chain Chain gang, gang
Well, the guard stands there with a big gun I bet love to see me run And I guess, I probably some day I'd rather be dead than to live way
He looks well fed and he's six tall And he's the of us all For he cracks that whip and he swings cane I the sun must've touched his brain
I dig that ditch, I that corn And the day that I was born I believe it's for a man to hang Than like a dog on a chain gang gang, chain gang
I got a gal back home true and kind And she's been a a long long time I and told her forget my name For I'll never lose this chain chain
The Heaven to deliver me this hole Where a man can lose his and soul The place gets weak and the gets broke Ain't no cause to laugh and
I dig ditch, chop that corn Curse the day I was born I believe better for a man to hang Than work a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain Work like a dog on a chain Work like a dog on a chain Work a dog on a chain gang like a dog on a chain gang