[1] In the gravel yard with a [4] number for my [1] name
Making little rocks out of [5] big rocks all [1] day
Oh the work is mighty hard [4] in the gravel [1] yard
I'll never be a [5] free man so they [1] 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 drivin' 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