Blackjack County Chain-crd Willie Nelson
[Am]I was sittin' beside the r[G]oad in Black Jack [Am]County.
not knowing that that the [G]Sheriff paid a [E]bounty,
for [Am]men like me that [G]didn't have a [F]penny to their [Am]name.
So he locked my leg to [G]35 pounds of [Am]Black Jack [E]County [Am]Chains.
And all we had to [G]eat was bread and [Am]water,
and each day we built the [G]road a mile and a [E]quarter,
a [Am]Black Snake Whip, would [G]cut our back, when [F]some poor Fool co[Am]mplained,
but we couldn't fight back wearing [G]35 pounds of [Am]Black Jack Co[E]unty Ch[Am]ains.
One night while the S[G]heriff was a s[Am]leeping,
we all gathered r[G]ound him slowly c[E]reeping,
and H[Am]eaven help me [G]to forget that [F]night in the cold cold [Am]rain,
when we beat him to death with [G]35 pounds of [Am]Black Jack [E]County C[Am]hains.
now the whip marks are all healed and I'm thankful,
there's nothing but the scar around my ankle.
but most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again,
to a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain.