Lyrics 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

I carefree lad that love to roam
But Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll prob'ly 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 prob'ly 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
The 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
And she's been waitin' a long long time
I just told her to forget my name
I won't ever live down to shame

Lord deliver me from this hole
Before I lose my mind and soul
The place gets weak and the back gets broke
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