The Briar Fields: Chase You Down to Hell

Chase You Down to Hell


Well you done shot my woman
Lord, I’ll chase you down to hell
Well you done shot my woman
Now I’ll… son I’ll chase you down to hell
And the devil may do a fine job
But after me, lord, who could tell?

You were a-tearing up the dirt road
Driving in your Coupe DeVille
You were a… a-tearing up the dirt road
Driving in your Coupe DeVille
With your forty-five in the back seat
Child don’t you let that bottle spill!

Well you t-boned her at the crossroads
You pinned my poor girl to a tree
Well you a… t-boned her at the crossroads
You pinned my poor girl to a tree… yeah, yeah
And then you pulled out your revolver
And blew away her misery

Well you said it was an accident
But I knew that was a lie
Cause ever since my baby left you
You’ve only wanted her to die
Well you said it was an accident
But son, I knew that was a lie…
Cause ever since my baby left you
You’ve only wanted her to die

Well you done shot my woman
Lord, I’ll chase you down to hell
Well you done shot my woman
Now I’ll… son I’ll chase you down to hell
And the devil may do a fine job
But after me, lord, who could tell?



Well on the day of the trial
I prayed down on my bended knees
Yes, on the day of the trial
I prayed upon my bended knees
I prayed for you to find no mercy
Yes, I prayed that you’d be released

Prosecutor had heavy pockets
The jury was on your side
And the judge he knew your daddy
So he thought he’d let you slide
The prosecutor had heavy pockets
The jury was all on your side…
And the judge he knew your daddy
So he thought he’d let you slide

And when the verdict was given
Lord, how I did smile with glee
Yes when the verdict was given
Let me tell you… lord, how I did smile with glee
Now that Folsom can’t protect you
You’re gonna face judgment by me

Well you fell down in the cattails
With your feet broken and torn
Looking up the barrel
Cursing the day that you were born
Well you fell down in the cattails
With your feet broken and torn…
Just looking up the barrel
Cursing the day that you were born

Well lord, I tried to live a good life
I never did do nobody wrong
Yes lord I… I tried to live a good life
I never did do nobody wrong
I never wished harm on anyone
Until they said my girl was gone

Well you done shot my woman
Lord, I’ll chase you down to hell
Well you done shot my woman
Now I’ll… son I’ll chase you down to hell
And the devil may do a fine job
But after me lord who could tell?