Chain gang, gang
I was a kid a roamin' around Travelin' through a little ol' a chief walked up and said, "Come with me You're broke and son, 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 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 like a dog on a gang gang, chain gang
Well, the guard there 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 well fed and six foot tall And the meanest of us all For he that whip and he swings that cane I reckon the sun must've his brain
I dig ditch, I chop that 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 Chain gang, gang
I got a gal back home who's and kind And she's a waitin' a long long time I and told her forget my name For never lose this chain gang chain
The Heaven to deliver me from this Where a man can lose his mind and The place weak and the back gets broke no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch, chop that Curse the day that I was I believe it's for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a chain
Work like a dog on a chain Work like a dog on a gang Work a dog on a chain gang Work like a dog on a gang Work like a dog on a gang