Blackjack County Chain

I was sittin' 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 names
 So he locked my leg to thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
 All we had to eat was bread and water
 Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
 Black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
 But we couldn't fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Blackjack County chain
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 And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin'
 We all gathered round him slowly creepin'
 And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
 When we beat him death with thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
 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 black sneak whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
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