Chain gang, gang
I was a kid a roamin' around Travelin' through a ol' town a chief walked up and said, "Come with me You're broke and son, vagrancy"
Just a lad who loved to roam And how I wish that I had at home For the way that I I would rather hang It's no life of living on a chain
I dig that ditch, I chop that Curse the day I was born I it's better for a man to hang Than like a dog on a chain gang Chain gang, gang
Well, the guard there with a great big gun I bet love to see me run And I guess, I probably will day I'd rather be than to live this way
He looks fed and he's six foot tall And he's the of us all For he cracks that whip and he swings that I the sun must've touched his brain
I dig that ditch, I chop that And curse the day that I was I believe better for a man to hang Than like a dog on a chain gang gang, chain gang
I got a gal back home who's and kind And she's a waitin' a long long time I rolled and told her forget my For I'll never lose this gang chain
The Heaven to me from this hole Where a man can his mind and soul The place gets weak and the back broke no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch, chop that Curse the day I was born I believe it's for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a chain
Work a dog on a chain gang like a dog on a chain gang Work like a dog on a gang Work like a dog on a gang Work like a dog on a gang