Chain Gang

Chain gang, chain gangI was just a kid a roamin' around

Travelin' through a little ol' town

When a chief walked up and said, "Come with me

You're broke and son, that's vagrancy"Just a carefree lad who loved to roam

And how I wish that I had stayed at home

For the way that I pleaded I would rather hang

It's no life of living on a chain gangI dig that ditch, I chop that corn

Curse the day that I was born

I believe it's better for a man to hang

Than work like a dog on a chain gang

Chain gang, chain gangWell, the guard stands there with a great big gun

I bet he'd love to see me run

And I guess, I probably will some day

I'd rather be dead than to live this wayHe looks well fed and he's six foot tall

And he's the meanest of us all

For he cracks that whip and he swings that cane

I reckon the sun must've touched his brainI dig that ditch, I chop that corn

And curse the day that I was born

I believe it's better for a man to hang

Than work like a dog on a chain gang

Chain gang, chain gangI got a gal back home who's true and kind

And she's been a waitin' a long long time

I rolled and told her forget my name

For I'll never lose this chain gang chainThe Heaven to deliver me from this hole

Where a man can lose his mind and soul

The place gets weak and the back gets broke

Ain't no cause to laugh and jokeI dig that ditch, chop that corn

Curse the day that I was born

I believe it's better for a man to hang

Than work like a dog on a chain gangWork like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang

Work like a dog on a chain gang