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 hand Chains on my feet, padlock on my hand It's all on account of stealing a woman's man It was early this morning that I had my trial It was early this morning that I had my trial Ninety days on the county road, and judge didn't even smile.