Cash, Johnny - Chain Gang Lyrics






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

A carefree lad that love to roam
But Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll probably 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 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

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
But she's been waitin' 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 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
Work like a dog on a chain gang





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  1. C.... M....

    I wish I could find the tab for this song, I love the guitar. If anyone sees the tab anywhere, tell me where

  2. t.... ....

    Chain Gang
    Johnny Cash

    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 probably 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 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
    I dig that ditch...

    I gat 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...

    Work like a dog on a chain gang work like a dog on a chain gang

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    t.... ....

    my favorite song

  3. T.... ....

    i am such a troll

  4. J.... ....

    Great song and a great reminder of our less-enlighted past, with homelessness aggressively criminalized. Thanks, Johnny! RIP

  5. T.... W....

    Love it again thanks for posting this album...hard to find!