Down the River

Oof.

«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 river»

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