In the gravel yard
With a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
The work gets mighty hard
in the gravel yard
I'll never be a free man so they say

Warden hear my plea
Listen here to me
I killed the man who I found with my wife
You'd probably done the same
So why am I to blame
Sentenced here the rest of my life

In the gravel yard
With a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
The work gets mighty hard
in the gravel yard
I'll never be a free man so they say

In the driving rain
With a ball and chain
My hammer makes a low and mournful sound
It sings a little song
For the ones who done me wrong
Lying here in the cold hard ground

In the gravel yard
With a number for my name
Making little rocks out of big rocks all day
The work gets mighty hard
in the gravel yard
I'll never be a free man so they say