Chain Gang by Johnny Cash
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro
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Verse 1
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I was just a kid roaming around
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Traveling thru a little old town
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A man walked up and said come with me
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Your broken son that's vagrancy
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A care-free lad that loved to roam but
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Lord I wish I'd-a stayed at home
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The way it looks I'll probably hang
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Cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang
Chorus
  D                A
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
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I curse the day that I was born
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I believe it's better for a man to hang
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Than to work like a dog on a chain gang
[Break 1
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Verse 2
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The guard stands there with a great big gun
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I bet he'd love to see me run
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And I guess I probably will someday
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I'd rather be dead than to live this way
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He's well-fed and he's six-foot tall
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And he's the meanest of them all
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He cracks that whip and he swings that cane
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That sun must've touched his brain
Chorus
  D                A
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
  E                  A
I curse the day that I was born
A                           D
I believe it's better for a man to hang
D       E                    A
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang
[Break 2
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Verse 3
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I got a gal back home that's sweet and kind
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But she's been waiting a long long time
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I just told her to forget my name
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I won't ever live down the shame
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Lord deliver me from his hole
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Before I lose my mind and soul
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The flesh gets weak and the back gets broke
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There ain't no cause to laugh and joke
Chorus
  D                A
I dig that ditch I chop that corn
  E                  A
I curse the day that I was born
A                           D
I believe it's better for a man to hang
D       E                    A
Than to work like a dog on a chain gang
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Work like a dog on a chain gang
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Work like a dog on a chain gang