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He was black and handsome
And mighty mighty brave
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Comin' from the backwoods
The grandson of a slave
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He was caught for something
They knew he'd never done
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And he was diggin' ditches
Out in the burnin' sun
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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No more, no more,
no more
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Man he was a giant
And iron he could bend
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And he swore he'd fight them
Down to the bitter end
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Though he was no talker
His burnin' eyes would say
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You may keep on tryin'
Can't hold me no way
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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No more, no more,
no more
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And one night he lay in waiting
Hit the guard and took the key
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And before the others caught him
He jumped out, and he was free
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He jumped out,
and he was free
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He made for the swamp lands
It seemed a hopeless duel
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They had dogs and shotguns
And they were mighty cruel
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But they couldn't find him
He was too smart and strong
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Hiding' in the daytime
Wandering all night long
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
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Working on the chain gang - No More
Working on the chain gang - No More
