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(Red 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 on their names So he locked my leg to thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain. And all we had to eat was bread and water And each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter And black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained But we couldn't fight back wearing thirty-five 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 to death with thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain. Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful But that there's nothing but a scar around my ankle But 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... |