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
we put the boat in the water, i made the engine run loaded the lantern against the sinking sun and my brother walter was loading his gun and we went down the river
down past the coal docks we wre running our lines heard some drunken boaters racing up behind it was wilson and his cousin, they had trouble on their minds
they passed on by us, probably going to tend their pots 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 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 till i saw him walk out back i put a bullet in his head and 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 and 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 riverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
