I Was Just A Kid Roamin' Around Travelin' Through A Little Ol' Town
A Man Walked Up And Said Come With Me You're Broke And Son That's Vagrancy
I Carefree Lad That Love To Roam But Lord I Wish I'd Stayed At Home
The Way It Looks I'll Prob'ly Hang Cause There Ain't No Hope On A Chain Gang
I Dig That Ditch I Chop That Corn I Curse The Day That I Was Born
I Believe It's Better For A Man To Hang Than To Work Like A Dog On A Chain Gang
[ Ac.guitar ]
The Guard Stands There With A Great Big Gun I Bet He'd Love To See Me Run
And I Guess I Prob'ly Will Some Day I'd Rather Be Dead Than To Live This Way
He's Well Fed And He's Six Foot Tall And He's A Meanest Of Them All
He Cracks That Whip And He Swings That Cane The Sun Must've Touched His Brain
I Dig That Ditch...
[ Dobro ]
I Gat A Gal Back Home That's Sweet And Kind And She's Been Waitin' A Long Long Time
I Just Told Her To Forget My Name I Won't Ever Live Down To Shame
Lord Deliver Me From This Hole Before I Lose My Mind And Soul
The Place Gets Weak And The Back Gets Broke Ain't No Cause To Laugh And Joke
I Dig That Ditch...
Work Like A Dog On A Chain Gang Work Like A Dog On A Chain Gang