Hammer comin' down, penal crew, down, down,
Hammer comin' up, penile crew, pound, pound.
Breakin' rocks is hard to do.

They took freedom away from me,
Put me in the penitentiary.
Now I'm wearin' stripes of blue,
And breakin' rocks is hard to do.

To my true love, I said "goodbyes."
Now I'm called "love" by big hairy guys. . .
Don't even take time to woo,
And breakin' dates is hard to do.

They say that breakin' rocks is hard--it's true.
When is my appeal comin' through?
Don't write me off with the pen.
Take me from breakin' rocks
To court and fakin' in the dock again.

From my new "loves," take me away,
Otherwise my girl might think I'm gay.
I miss her, and somethin's blue,
But breakin' out is hard to do.