Am G Am I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County. Am G E not knowing that that the Sheriff paid a bounty, Am G F Am For men like me that didn't have a penny to their name. Am G Am E Am So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains. Am G Am And all we had to eat was bread and water, Am G E And each day we built the road a mile and a quarter, Am G F Am A Black Snake Whip, would cut our back, when some poor Fool complained, Am G Am E Am But we couldn't fight back wearing 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains. Am G Am One night while the Sheriff was a sleeping, Am G E we all gathered round him slowly creeping, Am G F Am and Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain, Am G Am E Am when we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains. Am G Am Now the whip marks are all healed and I'm thankful, Am G E There's nothing but the scar around my ankle. Am G F Am But most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again, Am G Am E Am To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain. Am G Am E Am To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain.