Justin Tubb - Blackjack County Chain lyrics

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(Red Lane)

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 on their names

So he locked my leg to thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain.

And all we had to eat was bread and water

And each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter

And black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained

But we couldn't fight back wearing thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain.

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 to death with thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain.

Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful

But that there's nothing but a scar around my ankle

But 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.

To a black sneak whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain...