Blackjack County Chain

I was sitting beside the road in Black Jack County
 Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty
 For men like me who didn't have a penny to our name
 So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of
 Blackjack County Chain
 And all we had to eat was bread and water
 Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
 Black Snake Whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
 But we couldn't fight back wearing 35 pounds of
 Blackjack County Chain
 One night while the Sheriff he lay sleeping
 We gathered all around him slowly creeping
 Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
 When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of
 Black Jack County Chain
 Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
 There's nothing left but a scar around my ankle
 But most of all I'm glad no man will ever be a slave again
 To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
 Blackjack County Chain
 Most of all I'm glad no man will ever be a slave again
 To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
 Blackjack County Chain
 To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
 Blackjack County Chain