Blackjack County Chain Lyrics With Guitar Chords ( Charley Crockett )

Blackjack County Chain is one of the most popular songs of the time. Blackjack County Chain lyrics written by Red Lane. This song has sung by Charley Crockett.

Singer Charley Crockett
Released 1981
Album The Minstrel Man
Tuning Intermediate

Blackjack County Chain Lyrics

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 five pounds of blackjack county chain

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And sll we had to eat was bread and water
And each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
And black snake whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
But we couldn’t fight back wearin’ thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain

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And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin’
We all gathered round him slowly creepin’
And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
When we beat him death with thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain

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Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
That there’s nothing but a scar round my ankle
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
Blackjack County chain, blackjack county chain, blackjack county chain…..

Guitar Chords

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 their names
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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 crack our backs if some poor fool complained
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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
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When we beat him to death with thirty-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
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To a black snake whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
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To a black snake whip and thirty-five pounds of Blackjack County chain
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Blackjack County chain
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Blackjack County chain

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