Chain gang, gang
I was just a kid a around Travelin' a little ol' town When a walked up and said, "Come with me You're and son, that's vagrancy"
Just a carefree lad who to roam And how I that I had stayed at home For the way that I pleaded I would rather It's no life of living on a chain
I dig that ditch, I chop corn Curse the day I was born I it's better for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a chain Chain gang, chain
Well, the guard there with a great big gun I bet he'd to see me run And I guess, I will some day I'd rather be dead than to 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 the sun must've touched his brain
I dig that ditch, I chop corn And the day that I was born I believe it's for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a gang gang, chain gang
I got a gal back home true and kind And she's been a a long long time I rolled and told her my name For I'll never lose this chain chain
The to deliver me from this hole a man can lose his mind and soul The place gets weak and the back gets no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch, chop that Curse the day I was born I believe it's better for a man to Than 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 Work like a dog on a gang Work a dog on a chain gang