Chain Gang Blues

The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
The judge found me guilty, the clerk he wrote it down
Just a poor gal in trouble, I know I'm county road bound

Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe
Many days of sorrow, many nights of woe
And a ball and chain everywhere I go

Chains on my feet, padlock on my hands
Chains on my feet, padlock on my hands
It's all on account of stealin' a woman's man

It was early this mornin' that I had my trial
It was early this mornin' that I had my trial
Ninety days on the county road, and the judge didn't even smile