Chain gang, gang
I was a kid a roamin' around Travelin' through a ol' town When a walked up and said, "Come with me broke and son, that's vagrancy"
Just a lad who loved to roam And how I wish that I had at home 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 it's better for a man to Than work a dog on a chain gang gang, chain gang
Well, the guard stands there 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 live way
He looks well fed and six foot tall And he's the of us all For he cracks that and he swings that cane I reckon the sun touched his brain
I dig that ditch, I chop corn And the day that I was born I believe it's better for a man to Than work like a dog on a chain gang, chain gang
I got a gal home who's true and kind And she's been a waitin' a long time I rolled and told her my name For never lose this chain gang chain
The to deliver me from this hole Where a man can lose his mind and The place gets weak and the back broke no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch, that corn Curse the day that I was I believe it's for a man to hang Than like a dog on a chain gang
Work like a dog on a chain like a dog on a chain gang Work a dog on a chain gang Work like a dog on a gang Work like a dog on a gang