Christy Moore - Black jack county chain

^Am I was sittin' beside ^Gthe roa^Amd in Black Jack County. not knowing that that th^Ge Sheriff pai^Ed a bounty, for^Am men like^G me that did^Fn't have a pen^Amny to their name. So he locked my ^Gleg to 35 poun^Amds of B^Elack Jack^Am County Chains. And all we had to eat ^Gwas bread a^Amnd water, and each day w^Ge built the road a mile an^Ed a quarter, a Black Snake^Am Whip, would cut ^Gour back, when^F some poor Fool co^Ammplained, but we couldn't f^Gight back wearing 35 p^Amounds of Bl^Eack^Am Jack County Chains. One night w^Ghile the Sheri^Amff was a sleeping, we all gathe^Gred round him slo^Ewly creeping, and^Am Heaven help^G me to ^Fforget that night in^Am the cold cold rain, when we beat him to death wi^Gth ^Am 35^E po^Amunds of Black Jack County Chains. now the whip marks are all healed and I'm thankful, there's nothing but the scar around my ankle. but most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again, to a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain.