These chains.
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These chains won’t keep me from being a free man
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Doing what I can to get out of here,
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and these chains won’t keep me from seeing my freedom,
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changing my name and starting over again.
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I was a fool for a good looking woman,
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‘til I found out the hard way, there was some out of me
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Now what else could I do, how could any one blame me,
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to stand in this smile and with a gun in his hands.
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These chains won’t ...
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She had a known reputation but I paid no attention,
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good love and affection can make anything right
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But judged no mercy for my infatuation,
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she said: killers are sinned boys, you’ve gotta pay the price.
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These chains won’t ...
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Down the hole there’s a window
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You can barely see thro’ it
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Deep in the night I see
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The lights of town
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And started me thinking that a mystical ladder
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is as high as these walls and I’m climbing it run by run.
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These chains won’t ...
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These Chains
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| Kenny Rogers |
