Nelson Willie - Blackjack County Chain, аккорды песни для гитары

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I was sittin' beside the r oad in Black Jack  County.  
   
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not knowing that that the  Sheriff paid a  bounty,  
   
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for  men like me that  didn't have a  penny to their  name.  
   
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So he locked my leg to  35 pounds of  Black Jack  County  Chains.  
   
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And all we had to  eat was bread and  water,  
   
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and each day we built the  road a mile and a  quarter,  
   
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a  Black Snake Whip, would  cut our back, 
when  some poor Fool co mplained,  
   
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but we couldn't fight back wearing  35 pounds 
of  Black Jack Co unty Ch ains.  
   
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One night while the S heriff was a s leeping,  
 
   
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we all gathered r ound him slowly c reeping,  
   
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and  eaven help me  to forget that night in the cold cold rain,  
 
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when we beat him to death with  35 pounds 
of  Black Jack  County  
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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.

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I was sittin' beside the r oad in Black Jack  County.  
   
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not knowing that that the  Sheriff paid a  bounty,  
   
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for  men like me that  didn't have a  penny to their  name.  
   
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So he locked my leg to  35 pounds of  Black Jack  County  Chains.  
   
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And all we had to  eat was bread and  water,  
   
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and each day we built the  road a mile and a  quarter,  
   
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a  Black Snake Whip, would  cut our back, 
when  some poor Fool co mplained,  
   
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but we couldn't fight back wearing  35 pounds 
of  Black Jack Co unty Ch ains.  
   
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Am
   
One night while the S heriff was a s leeping,  
 
   
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we all gathered r ound him slowly c reeping,  
   
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F
   
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and  eaven help me  to forget that night in the cold cold rain,  
 
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E
   
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when we beat him to death with  35 pounds 
of  Black Jack  County  
C
  hains.  
 
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.