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