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 to their names So he locked my leg to thirty All we had to eat was bread and water
Each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter Black sneak whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained But we couldn't fight back wearin' 35 pounds of Blackjack County chain We all gathered round him slowly creepin'
And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin' And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
When we beat him death with thirty Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful Most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again
That there's nothing but a scar round my ankle To a black sneak whip and thirty
To a black sneak whip and thirty( guitar ).
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