Chain gang, chain
I was a kid a roamin' around Travelin' through a 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 stayed at For the way I pleaded I would rather hang It's no of living on a chain gang
I dig that ditch, I that corn Curse the day that I was I believe it's better for a man to Than work like a dog on a chain Chain gang, chain
Well, the guard stands with a great big gun I bet he'd 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 the meanest of us all For he cracks that whip and he swings cane I reckon the sun must've his brain
I dig that ditch, I chop corn And curse the day that I was I believe it's better for a man to Than work a dog on a chain gang Chain gang, gang
I got a gal back home true and kind And she's been a waitin' a long time I rolled and told her forget my For I'll never lose this gang chain
The Heaven to deliver me this hole Where a man can lose his mind and The place gets weak and the back gets Ain't no to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch, chop that Curse the day that I was I believe it's better for a man to Than work like a dog on a chain
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