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I was sitting beside 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 our name
So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of
Blackjack County Chain
And all we had to eat was bread and water
Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
Black Snake Whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
But we couldn't fight back wearing 35 pounds of
Blackjack County Chain
One night while the Sheriff he lay sleeping
We gathered all around him slowly creeping
Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of
Black Jack County Chain
Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
There's nothing left but a scar around my ankle
But most of all I'm glad no man will ever be a slave again
To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
Blackjack County Chain
Most of all I'm glad no man will ever be a slave again
To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
Blackjack County Chain
To that Black Snake Whip and 35 pounds of
Blackjack County Chain
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