In The Gravel Yard -Malcolm B. Pulley jr CHORUS: [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, [4]listen now to [1]me I killed a man that [5]I caught with my [1]wife You’d have probably done the same, so [4]why am I to [1]blame Sentenced to the [5]rest of my [1]life In the driving rain [4]with a ball and [1]chain My hammer rings a [5]low mournful [1]sound It sings a little song for the [4]ones who done me [1]wrong Who lie beneath the [5]cold, cold [1]ground .
