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BLACKJACK COUNTY CHAIN I was sittin' beside the road in Blackjack County No knowin' that the Sheriff paid a bounty For men like me who didn't have a penny to their name So they 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 A blacksnake whip would cut our backs if some poor fool complained And you couldn't fight back wearin' thirty-five pounds of Blackjack county chain But then one night while the Sheriff was a-sleepin' We all gathered round him slowly creepin' Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain We beat him to death with thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful And 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 Blacksnake whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain @country @jail @murder filename[ BLAKJACK DP apr97 |
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