Chain Gang

Al day long, they work so hard

Until the sun is going down.

Working on the highways and byways

Wearing, wearing a frown.

You hear them moaning their lives away

Then you hear somebody say . . .

That's the sound of the men

Working on the chain gang.

One of these days I'm going home

To se my woman, my woman so dear.

But right now I got to stay right here.

Bring me water.

My work is so hard. . .

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