| Well, it started 'bout a month ago when I was in the can
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| For firin' off my .44 at another man
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| Ain’t been too good at bustin' rock or workin' chain gang
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| Never could see me draggin' that ol' ball and chain
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| Ball and chain, it’s bringin' me down again
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta do my own thing
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| I could never drag a ball and chain
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| Well, you always kept sayin' how you think that I should stay
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| And we could get started on our own family
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| Come along tomorrow I’ll be on the mornin' train
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| Gonna boogie back to Texas couldn’t drag your ball and chain
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| Ball and chain, it’s bringin' me down again
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta do my own thing
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| I could never drag a ball and chain
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| I used to wake up every mornin' and I’d do the rat race
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| Suit and tie, nine to five wouldn’t my place
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| Didn’t take too long for me to understand
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| I could never be a blue collar workin' class man
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| Ball and chain, it’s bringin' me down again
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta do my own thing
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| I could never drag a ball and chain
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| Ball and chain, it’s bringin' me down again
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| Gotta keep runnin' gotta do my own thing
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| I could never drag a ball and chain |