Sam Cooke - Chain Gang [US] Lyrics
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Chain Gang [US]
Chain Gang [US] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Chain Gang [US] By Sam Cooke?
(Hooh aah) (hooh aah)
I hear somethin' sayin' (Hooh aah) (hooh aah) (Hooh aah) (hooh aah) (Well, don't you know) That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they're singin' (Hooh aah) (hooh aah) (Hooh aah) (hooh aah) (Well, don't you know) That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they work so hard Till the sun is goin' down Working on the highways and byways And wearing, wearing a frown You hear them moanin' their lives away Then you hear somebody sa-ay That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang Can't ya hear them singin' Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days I'm goin' home see my woman Whom I love so dear But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere (Well, don't you know) That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang All day long they're singin', mm My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard Give me water, I'm thirsty My, my work is so hard Oh my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard |
Who Wrote Chain Gang [US] By Sam Cooke?
Sam Cooke
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What's The Duration Of The Chain Gang [US] By Sam Cooke?The duration of Chain Gang [US] is 2:35 minutes and seconds. |
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