Chain Gang Trouble
Chain Gang Trouble - Charley Lincoln
The train run off nine mile from town
And killed little Lula dead
Her head was found in the drivin' wheel
Her body have never been seen
I cried, I moaned, I cried, I moaned
I asked, "How long, how long?"
I asked my captain for the time of day
Say, he throwed his watch away
If I listened at my mother uh, and father, they,
I never woulda been here today
If I ever get back home, oh baby, to stay
I never be treated this-a-way
How long, how long, how long, how long
How long 'fore I can go home?
I arrived with the blues and I worked with the blues
Nothin' I can get but bad news.