Chain gang, chain
I was just a kid a roamin' through a little ol' town When a walked up and said, "Come with me broke and son, that's vagrancy"
Just a carefree lad who to roam And how I wish that I had stayed at For the way that I pleaded I rather hang It's no life of living on a chain
I dig that ditch, I that corn Curse the day that I was I believe it's for a man to hang Than work a dog on a chain gang Chain gang, chain
Well, the guard stands with a great big gun I bet love to see me run And I guess, I probably will day I'd rather be dead to live this way
He well fed and he's six foot tall And he's the of us all For he cracks that and he swings that cane I reckon the sun must've his brain
I dig that ditch, I chop corn And curse the day I was born I believe it's better for a man to work like a dog on a chain gang Chain gang, gang
I got a gal back who's true and kind And she's been a waitin' a long long I rolled and told her forget my For I'll lose this chain gang chain
The Heaven to deliver me from this Where a man can his mind and soul The place gets weak and the back gets Ain't no to laugh and joke
I dig ditch, chop that corn Curse the day I was born I it's better for a man to hang work like 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 like a dog on a chain gang Work like a dog on a gang