Key: E major
Intro 1
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G
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Eb
Verse 1
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James Jay, James Jay
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Travelin' through a little old town
When a sheriff walked up and said,
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You're broke and, that's vagrancy
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And how I wish I had stayed at home
For the way that I'm treated
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It's no life for living on a chain gang
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I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
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And curse the day that I was born
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Than work like a dog on a chain gang
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Change, change, change, change
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Well the God stands there with a great big gun
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I bet he'd love to see me run
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I'd rather be dead than to live this way
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And he's the meanest of us all
For he cracks that whip
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I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
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And curse the day that I was born
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Than work like a dog on a chain gang
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Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching
I got a gal back home
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And she's been a -waitin' a long, long time
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For I'll never lose this ching, ching, ching
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Where a man can lose his mind and soul
Where the flesh gets weak,
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And there's no cause to laugh and joke
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I dig that ditch, I chop that corn
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And curse the day that I was born
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Than work like a dog on a chain gang
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Work like a dog on a chain gang
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Work like a dog on a chain gang
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Work like a dog on a chain gang
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Worker like a dog on a chain gang
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Worker like a dog on a chain gang
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsD G Eb A
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