In the gravel yard, with a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard I'll never be a free man, so they say
Warden hear my plea, listen now to me
I killed a man that I caught with my wife
You'd probably done the same, so I am not to blame sentenced to the rest of my life
In the driven rain with a ball and chain
My hammer rings a low mournful sound
It sings a little song for the ones who done me wrong who lie beneath the cold, cold ground
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
Oh, the work is mighty hard in the gravel yard I'll never be a free man, so they say
Warden hear my plea, listen now to me
I killed a man that I caught with my wife
You'd probably done the same, so I am not to blame sentenced to the rest of my life
In the driven rain with a ball and chain
My hammer rings a low mournful sound
It sings a little song for the ones who done me wrong who lie beneath the cold, cold ground