A D I was just a kid roaming around E A Traveling thru a little old town A D A man walked up and said come with me E A Your broken son that's vagrancy A D A care-free lad that loved to roam but E A Lord I wish I'd-a stayed at home A D The way it looks I'll probably hang E A Cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang Chorus: D A I dig that ditch I chop that corn E A I curse the day that I was born A D I believe it's better for a man to hang E A 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 Chorus I got a gal back home that's sweet and kind But she's been waiting 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 is no because to laugh and joke Chorus E A Work like a dog on a chain gang E A Work like a dog on a chain gang | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E |