Blackjack County Chain

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


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


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


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