Chain Gang

I was just a kid roamin around
Travelin through a little ol town
A man walked up and said come with me
Youre broke and son thats vagrancy
A carefree lad that love to roam
But Lord I wish Id stayed at home
The way it looks Ill probably hang
Cause there aint no hope on a chain gang
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe its 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 hed love to see me run
And I guess I probably will some day
Id rather be dead than to live this way
Hes well fed and hes six foot tall
And hes a meanest of them all
He cracks that whip and he swings that cane
That sun mustve touched his brain
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe its better for a man to hang
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang
I got a gal back home thats sweet and kind
But shes been waitin a long long time
I just told her to forget my name
I wont 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 aint no cause to laugh and joke
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
I curse the day that I was born
I believe its 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