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I was just a kid roamin' around |
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Travelin' through, a little ol' town |
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A man walked up and said come with me |
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You're broke and son that's vagrancy |
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A carefree lad that love to roam |
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But Lord I wish |
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I'd stayed at home |
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The way it looks |
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I'll probably hang' |
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Cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang |
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I dig that ditch, |
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I chop that corn |
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I curse the day that |
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I was born |
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I believe it's better for a man to hang |
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Than to work like a dog on a chain gang |
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The guard stands there with a great big gun |
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I bet he'd love to see me run |
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And I guess, |
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I probably will some day |
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I'd rather be dead than to live this way |
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He's well fed and he's six foot tall |
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And he's a meanest of them all |
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He cracks that whip and he swings that cane |
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That sun must've touched his brain |
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I dig that ditch, |
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I chop that corn |
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I curse the day that |
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I was born |
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I believe it's better for a man to hang |
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Than to work like a dog on a chain gang |
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I got a gal back home that's sweet and kind |
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But she's been waitin' a long, long time |
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I just told her to forget my name |
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I won't ever live down the shame |
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Lord, deliver me from this hole |
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Before I lose my mind and soul |
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The flesh gets weak and the back gets broke |
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There ain't no 'cause to laugh and joke |
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I dig that ditch, |
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I chop that corn |
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I curse the day that |
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I was born |
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I believe it's better for a man to hang |
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Than to work like a dog on a chain gang |
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Work like a dog on a chain gang |
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Work like a dog on a chain gang |
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Work like a dog on a chain gang |
