Blackjack County Chain” is a song written by Red Lane. The song was initially rejected by Charlie Pride, who considered at the time the lyrics controversial. The song depicts the killing of a Georgia sheriff by members of a black chaingang, as recounted by one of them. Lane offered initially the song to Charlie Pride, who anticipating a possible controversy refrained from recording it.
Lane then offered the song to his friend Willie Nelson. Nelson had recently a hit single with “The Party’s Over”, that peaked at twenty-four in Billboard’s Hot Country Singles. Nelson’s version of “Blackjack County Chain” was released with a cover of Floyd Tillman’s “Some Other World” on the flipside.[2] The single debuted in May 1967. RCA Records published a full-page advertising promoting the single on Billboard.[3] On its review, the publication praised the work of producer Chet Atkins, while it declared “(Nelson’s) moving rendition […] should be working its way up to the top”.
The song met instant success, reaching number twenty-four on the country singles chart. At the time the song’s popularity was growing, most of the radio stations banned it from airplay due to its content. Nelson re-recorded the song as a duet with Waylon Jennings for their 1983 collaboration Take it to the Limit.
Willie Nelson tabs, chords, guitar, bass, ukulele chords, power tabs and guitar pro tabs including blue eyes crying in the rain, always on my mind, blue skies, angel flying too close to the ground. Song information for Blackjack County Chains - Willie Nelson on AllMusic.
I was sittin’ beside the road in blackjack county
Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty
For men like me who didn’t have a penny to their names
So he locked my leg to thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain
And sll we had to eat was bread and water
And each day we had to build that road a mile and a quarter
And black snake whip would cut our backs when some poor fool complained
But we couldn’t fight back wearin’ thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain
And then one night while the sheriff was a sleepin’
We all gathered round him slowly creepin’
And heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain
When we beat him death with thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain
Now the whip marks have all healed and I am thankful
That there’s nothing but a scar round my ankle
But most of all I’m glad no man will be a slave again
To a black snake whip and thirty five pounds of blackjack county chain
Blackjack County chain, blackjack county chain, blackjack county chain
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