Mistari 11 ya kwanza.
He was black and handsome And mighty mighty brave
Comin' from the backwoods The grandson of a slave
He was caught for something They knew he'd never done
And he was diggin' ditches Out in the burnin' sun
Working on the chain gang-No More Working on the chain gang-No More
Working on the chain gang-No More Working on the chain gang-No More
No more, no more, no more
Man he was a giant And iron he could bend
And he swore he'd fight them Down to the bitter end
Though he was no talker His burnin' eyes would say
You may keep on tryin' Can't hold me no way
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