Chain Gang Michael Martin Murphey

All day long, they work so hard
Until the sun is going down
Working on the highways and byways
Wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moaning their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That's the sound of the men
Working on the chain gang
One of these days I'm going home
To see my woman, my woman so dear
But right now I got to stay right here
Bring me water
My work is so hard