down the river - Chris Knight

I was eightteen

My brother was twenty-one

One saturday evening

When all the work was done

We went down to the river

Had some trot lines to run

My brother Walter

Had a fight the week before

Knocked a boy named Wilson

Through the pool hall door

They said you don’t mess with Wilson

Unless you want a war

I put the boat in the water

And I made the engine run

I loaded the lantern

Against a sinking sun

And my brother Walter

Was loading his gun

And we went down the river

Down past the coal docks

We were runnin' our lines

Heard some drunken boaters

Racing up behind

It was Wilson and his cousin

Had trouble on their minds

They passed on by us

Probably going to tend their pot

We headed up the river

With the fish we’d caught

But before we made the landing

I thought i heard a shot

Back down the river

My brother Walter fell over the side

I couldn’t find him no matter how i tried

And I looked along the bank

But i couldn’t find where they’d hide

They drug the river

They searched it up and down

Couldn’t find his body

So they decided that he’d drowned

But I knew better

And Wilson bragged around town

So one night I floated down

Right above Wilson’s shack

I hid in the woods

'Til I saw him walk out back

I put a bullet in his head

Dropped him in his tracks

And we went down the river

Down below the trestle

Where the water runs slow

I chained him to an anvil

Then I let him go

And five years later

I ain’t told a soul

And I ain’t done much fishing

I hardly wet a line

The death of my brother

Is still heavy on my mind

I’ve been thinking Wilson’s cousin

Better find a place to hide

Cause I’m going down the river

Yeah I’m going down the river