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Blackjack County Chains
Waylon Jennings
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I was sitting beside the road in Blackjack County
Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
For men like me, who didn't have a penny to their name
So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Blackjack County chains
And all we had to eat was bread and water
Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
And blacksnake whip would cut our backs, some poor fool complained
But you couldn't fight back wearing 35 pounds of Blackjack County chains
But then one night while the sheriff was a-sleeping
We all gathered 'round him slowly creeping
And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain
When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Blackjack County chains
Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
That there's nothing but a scar 'round my ankle
Most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again
To a blacksnake whip and 35 pounds of Blackjack County chains
To a blacksnake whip and 35 pounds of Blackjack County chains