Misc Your Songs - The dan quayle experience - down the river

^AmI was eighteen, my broth^Cer was twenty-one ^AmOne Saturday evening, ^Cwhen all the work was done ^GWe went down to the river, had some ^Ftrot lines to run ^AmMy brother Walter, had a^C fight the week before ^AmKnocked a boy named Wilson, t^Chrough the pool hall door ^GThey said you don't mess with Wilson ^Funless you want a war ^AmWe put the boat in the water and^C I made the engine run ^AmLoaded the lantern again^Cst the sinking sun ^GAnd my brother Walter was l^Foading his gun ^CAnd we ^Gwent down the ^Amriver ^{C Am}

^AmDown past the coal docks, we w^Cere running our lines ^AmHeard some drunken boaters ra^Ccing up behind ^GIt was Wilson and his cousin and t^Fhey had trouble on their minds ^AmThey passed on by us, probably g^Coing to tend their pots ^AmWe headed up the river w^Cith the fish we'd caught ^GBut before we made the landing, I ^Fthought I heard a shot ^CBack d^Gown the ^Amriver ^{C Am}

^AmMy brother Walter fell o^Cver the side ^AmI couldn't find him no m^Catter how I tried ^GAnd looked along the bank but I couldn't ^Ffind where they'd hide ^AmThey drug the river, the^Cy searched it up and down ^AmCouldn't find his body, so the^Cy decided that he'd drowned ^GBut I knew better and ^FWilson bragged around town ^AmSo one night I floated down, rig^Cht above Wilson's shack ^AmI hid in the woods, ‘til^Cl I saw him walk out back ^GI put a bullet in his head and ^Fdropped him in his tracks ^CAnd we went^G down the ^Amriver ^{C Am}

^AmDown below the trestle w^Chere the water runs slow ^AmI chained him to an anvil and^C then I let him go ^GAnd five years later, ^FI ain't told a soul ^AmAnd I ain't done much fishing, I^C hardly wet a line ^AmThe death of my brother is s^Ctill heavy on my mind ^GI've been thinking Wilson's cousin ^Fbetter find a place to hide ^C'Cause ^GI'm going down the ^Amriver ^CYeah I'^Gm going down the ri^Amver ^{C Am}