Lyrics:
the blues is weighting my poor heart down, just like a ball and chain.
People I once had a good wife, but those days are passed by.
People I once had a good
function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Driven to this point by a chain of events
Each one pushed me nearer the edge
Gonna
Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah
You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
Waiting on a Sunday afternoon
For what I've read between the lines
Your lies
Feeling like a hand in rusted chains
So do you laugh at those who
All of my life it's been the same. I found a pot of gold, just a rusty chain.
I dealt a winnin' hand in a losin' game, oh, I'm lookin' for
the chain maybe that's where the end of
The sorrow starts little by little doing our part
Making a change I'm breaking the chain
I'm breaking the chain
Well there ain't no chains strong enough to hold me
There ain't no breeze big enough to slow me
I never have seen a river that's too wide
There
the Georgia Main
Locked me to a ball and chain
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
All alone, I bear the shame
I'm a number, not a name
I heard that lonesome
breaker
You broke every chainYou have shattered the gates of iron
Broken down every strong holds
We're victorious by your spirit
We proclaim and shout
They took him off the Georgia Main
Locked him to a ball and chain
He heard that long lonesome whistle blow
All alone he bears the shame
He's
your momma is
Overloaded by the way you talk
A hairpin trigger that I can't stop
Empty words taking up my time
And you can have your way but you can't
feels like chains
I read your letter
And it's chaining me to you
By now all the sweet things
You're begging to say
Are just marks on a page
I hear
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be
pay
The way she took my money
Was a crying shame
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger
She says that I can't be
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain.
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord.
[Chorus]
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time.
With
I'll Be There (if You Ever Want Me)
There ain't no chains strong enough to hold me
Ain't no breeze big enough to slow me
I never have seen
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
know I just can't make it on my own.
I never thought I needed help before,
I thought that I could do things by myself.
Now I know I just can't take
Sitting at my window
I was looking out at the rain
Sitting by my window
Looking out at the rain
You know something struck me, babe
Clamped
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's to plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scaring himself
Scarecrow's only
breathe
I know you got to be free
What you want, let's make you happy
One by one, like a chain, chain, chain, chain
One by one, one, one, one
Chain, chain
we'll be flyin'
My world's a chain of one-night-stands
Strung together by the center line
I don't know where I'll wake up tomorrow,
But I can't let
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