Chris Knight - Down the river

^BmI was eighteen, my br^Dother was twenty-one ^BmOne Saturday evening when ^Dall the work was done We ^Awent down to the river. Had some ^Gtrot lines we'd run

^BmMy brother Walter had a ^Dfight the week before ^BmKnocked a boy named Wilson ^Dthrough the pool hall door They ^Asaid you don't mess with Wilson un^Gless you want a war

^BmI put the boat in the water and I m^Dade the engine run ^BmI loaded the lantern ag^Dainst the sinking sun And ^Amy brother Walter was l^Goading his gun And ^Dwe ^Awent down the ^Bmriver^{D Bm D}

^BmDown past the coal docks ^Dwe were running our line ^BmHeard some drunken boaters ra^Dcing up behind It was Wi^Alson and his cousin, had tr^Gouble on their mind

^BmThey passed on by us, ^Dprobably going to tend their pot ^BmWe headed up the river ^Dwith the fish that we'd caught but Be^Afore we made the landing, I ^Gthought I heard a shot ^DBack ^Adown the ^Bmrive^Dr ^{Bm D A G}

^BmWell my brother Walter fell ^Dover the side ^BmI couldn't find him no ^Dmatter how I tried And I ^Alooked along the bank but I ^Gcouldn't find where they hide

^BmWell the drugged the river, they ^Dsearched it up and down ^BmCouldn't find his body so they de^Dcided that he'd drowned ^ABut I knew better and Wilson ^Gbragged around town

^BmSo one night I floated down right a^Dbove Wilson's shack ^BmI hid in the woods till I ^Dsaw him walk out back I put a bu^Allet in his head, ^Gdropped him in his tracks And ^Dwe ^Awent down the ^Bmrive^Dr ^{Bm D A G}

^BmDown below the trestle, where the ^Dwater runs slow ^BmI chained him to an anvil ^Dthen I let him go And ^Afive years later, ^GI ain't told a soul

^BmI ain't done much fishing, I ^Dhardly wet a line ^BmThe death of my brother is still ^Dheavy on my mind I've been ^Athinking Wilson's cousin better ^Gfind a place to hide Cause I^D'm going ^Adown the ^Bmriver... ^Dyeah, I'm ^Agoing down the ^Bmriver^{D Bm D}