Blackjack County Chain - Charley Crockett

I was standin' beside the road in Blackjack County

Not knowing the sheriff paid a bounty

For men like me who didn’t have a penny to our 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

A black snake whip would cut our backs if some poor fool complained

And you couldn’t fight back wearin' thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain

And then one night when the sheriff was a-sleepin'

We gathered all around him slowly creepin'

Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain

When we beat him to death with thrity-five pounds of Blackjack County chain

Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful

That there’s nothing but these scars around my ankles

But most of all I’m glad no man will be a slave again

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

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

Blackjack County chain