Blackjack County Chains

I was standin' by the road in Black Jack County
 Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty
 For men like me who didn't have a penny to their name
 He locked my legs in 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
 All we had to eat was bread and water
 Every day we had to build his road, a mile and a quarter
 A black snake whip would sting our backs
 If some poor fool complained
 But we couldn't fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
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 And one night the Sheriff laid sleepin'
 We all gathered 'round him, slowly creepin'
 Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain
 When we beat him to death wearin' 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
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 The wounds have all healed and I'm thankful
 And there's nothin' left but scars around my ankle
 The best of all, no man will ever be a slave again
 To a black snake whip and 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains
 Best of all, no man will ever be a slave again