Blackjack County Chains Lyrics

	作词 : Lane
	I was sittin' beside the road in Blackjack County
	Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
	For men like me who didn't have a penny to their names
	So he locked my leg to thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
	All we had to eat was bread and water
	Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
	Black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
	But we couldn't fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Blackjack County chain
	And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin'
	We all gathered round him slowly creepin'
	And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
	When we beat him death with thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
	Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
	That there's nothing but a scar round my ankle
	Most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again
	To a black sneak whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
	To a black sneak whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain

	zuo ci : Lane
	I was sittin' beside the road in Blackjack County
	Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
	For men like me who didn' t have a penny to their names
	So he locked my leg to thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	All we had to eat was bread and water
	Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
	Black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
	But we couldn' t fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Blackjack County chain
	And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin'
	We all gathered round him slowly creepin'
	And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
	When we beat him death with thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
	That there' s nothing but a scar round my ankle
	Most of all I' m glad no man will be a slave again
	To a black sneak whip and thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	To a black sneak whip and thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain

	zuò cí : Lane
	I was sittin' beside the road in Blackjack County
	Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
	For men like me who didn' t have a penny to their names
	So he locked my leg to thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	All we had to eat was bread and water
	Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
	Black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
	But we couldn' t fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Blackjack County chain
	And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin'
	We all gathered round him slowly creepin'
	And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
	When we beat him death with thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
	That there' s nothing but a scar round my ankle
	Most of all I' m glad no man will be a slave again
	To a black sneak whip and thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain
	To a black sneak whip and thirtyfive pounds of Blackjack County chain

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