I'm up all night

And sleep all day

I've got no job

I live to play

I travel the land

Guitar in hand

A typical day

Of life in a band

Doing time on the rock and roll chain gang

The chain gang

No parole until the day I'm in the grave

I'm in the grave

From city to city

From town to town

The boys in this band

We get around

From playing clubs

To wedding gigs

Whatever it takes

To make it big

Doing time on the rock and roll chain gang

The chain gang

No parole until the day I'm in the grave

I'm in the grave

Been on the road

For forty weeks

My body's tired

My voice is weak

Can barely play

Can barely sing

But night after night

We do our thing

Doing time on the rock and roll chain gang

The chain gang

No parole until the day I'm in the grave

I'm in the grave