chain gang

i was just a kid roamin' around

travelin' through

a little ol' town

a man walked up and said come with me

you're broke and son that's vagrancy

a carefree lad that love to roam

but lord i wish i'd stayed at home

the way it looks i'll probably hang

'cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang

i dig that ditch

i chop that corn

i curse the day that i was born

i believe it's better for a man to hang

than to work like a dog on a chain gang

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 way

he's well fed and he's six foot tall

and he's a meanest of them all

he cracks that whip and he swings that cane

that sun must've touched his brain

i dig that ditch

i chop that corn

i curse the day that i was born

i believe it's better for a man to hang

than to work like a dog on a chain gang

i got a gal back home that's sweet and kind

but she's been waitin' a long

long time

i just told her to forget my name

i won't ever live down the shame

lord

deliver me from this hole

before i lose my mind and soul

the flesh gets weak and the back gets broke

there ain't no 'cause to laugh and joke

i dig that ditch

i chop that corn

i curse the day that i was born

i believe it's better for a man to hang

than to 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