(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, packin' on back to Jackson
Eighteen-thirty-an'-six
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Packin' on back to Jackson
Workin' the beaver trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
[Chorus]
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
Yeah, packin' on back to Jackson
Nineteen-thirty-an'-six
Four flat tires an' a worn-out Chevy coupe
Packin' on back to Jackson
Workin' the Teton trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
[Chorus]
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Four flat tires an' a worn-out Chevy coupe
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
[Oh, yeah. Time for the instrumental portion of our program. Banjo pickin', of course.]
[Chorus]
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Four flat tires an' a worn-out Chevy coupe
Packin' on back to Jackson
Nineteen-seventy-six
Goose down socks an' forty-dollar walkin' shoes
Packin' on back to Jackson
A-workin' the backpack trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
[Chorus]
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Goose down socks an' forty-dollar walkin' shoes
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous(The backing vocals at the ends of the lines are sung twice)
Intro C#m A (twice)
C#m A
I got to break this armour, cutting off all the feeling (don't wear it)
It's like a melodrama, everybody's scene stealing (just bear it)
It's always the same old number, they never let you out of school (it's nothing)
Well I gotta gun that's loaded, I want to hurt some fool (don't shoot it)
CHORUS
C#m B A B
Well The woods are full of wardens,
C#m B A B
they are digging up remains
C#m B A B
It feels like the big stick that smacks of oppression
B (G#m7) C#m
And it sounds like chains
Repeat intro
I wanna bite the hand, bite off the hand that fed me (don't eat it)
I want to turn the knife, turn the knife that bled me (you need it)
You've got it all wrong, you never heard what I said (don't worry)
Well I got a gun that's loaded, it's not pointing at my head
(Don't rush it, don't hurry)
CHORUS 2
No-one can keep these ropes around me, or take the blood out of my veins
I'll just pull the trigger back as the volume gets stronger
And it sounds like chains
E B C#m C#m
Instrumental then "Sounds like chains" 4 times then "Oooh Chains" and
more instrumental bits.
CHORUUS 3
Nothing hurts me any longer, there isn't room for any pain
I'll just pull the trigger back as the volume gets stronger
And it sounds like chains
Oooh chains, sounds like chains, ooh chains, sounds like chains
(repeat and fade)