Chain gang, gang
I was just a kid a around Travelin' through a little ol' When a walked up and said, "Come with me broke and son, that's vagrancy"
Just a carefree lad who loved to And how I that I had stayed at home For the way that I pleaded I would rather It's no life of living on a chain
I dig that ditch, I chop that the day that I was born I believe it's for a man to hang Than work like a dog on a chain gang, chain gang
Well, the stands there with a great big gun I bet he'd to see me run And I guess, I probably some day I'd be dead than to live this way
He well 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 it's better for a man to Than work like a dog on a gang Chain gang, chain
I got a gal home who's true and kind And she's been a waitin' a long time I rolled and her forget my name For I'll lose this chain gang chain
The Heaven to deliver me from this 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 corn the day that I was born I it's better for a man to hang Than 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 Work like a dog on a chain Work a dog on a chain gang