(s. cooke/c. cooke)

Ho ha ho ha
I hear someon sayin
Ho ha ho ha
Ho ha ho ha

Well dont you know
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang

All day long theyre saying
Ho ha ho ha
Ho ha ho ha

Well dont you know
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang

All day long they work so hard
till the sun is going down, down
Workin on the highways and byways and wearing
Wearing a frown
You hear them moaning
Their lives away
Then you hear somebody say

Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang

Theyre saying...
Im going home one of these days
Im going home
See my woman whom I love so dear
Mean while
I have to work right here

Well dont you know
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang
Thats the sound of the men
Workin on the chain gang

All they long theyre saying...
My, my, my work is so hard
Give me water
Im thirsty
My work is so hard