Blackjack County Chain

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I was sittin' beside the road in 
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Black Jack County.
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not knowing that that the Sheriff
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 paid a bounty,
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For men like me that didn't have 
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a penny to their name.
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So he locked my leg to 35 pounds 
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of Black Jack County Chains.


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And all we had to eat was bread 
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and water,
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And each day we built the road a 
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mile and a quarter,
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A Black Snake Whip, would cut our
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 back, when some poor Fool 
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complained,
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But we couldn't fight back 
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wearing 35 pounds of Black Jack 
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County Chains.


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One night while the Sheriff was a
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 sleeping,
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we all gathered round him slowly 
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creeping,
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and Heaven help me to forget that
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 night in the cold cold rain,
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when we beat him to death with 35
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 pounds of Black Jack County 
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Chains.


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Now the whip marks are all healed
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 and I'm thankful,
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There's nothing but the scar 
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around my ankle.
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But most of all I'm glad no man 
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will be a slave again,
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To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 
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pounds of Black Jack County Chain.
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To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 
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pounds of Black Jack County Chain.