Briarwood Boy
No Briarwood boy could stand a chance
It's tough to turn down the devil her dance
I take their life as they take my hand
Never to be forgotten
My very first taste was Briarwood green
Drunk on the world barely 18
Thought he was strong he was just mean
Soon he learned his lesson
We slowly walked by Jefferson lake
He reached for my belt so I belted his face
Kept on till I put him back in his place
Buried down by the water
I cleaned myself up got back into town
The Briarwood butcher hollered me down
Said come a calling my wife's not around
Soon he learned his lesson
I followed his footsteps out to the barn
He smiled as he said I won't do you no harm
I picked up his cleaver dropped him in the corn
Feeding the pigs tomorrow
Someday they'll say what kind of daughter
Spends half her life trying to bury her father
A Briarwood boy who never could bother
They never caught her
Sunday communion a prayer and a plea
That son of a preacher could never reach me
I told him no he did not agree
Soon he learned his lesson
He cried for his daddy the deeper I dug
I said this is your body this is you blood
Let God forgive you for the things that you've done
Such a typical man
No Briarwood boy could stand a chance
It's tough to turn down the devil her dance
I took their life as they took my hand
Never to be forgotten
It's tough to turn down the devil her dance
I take their life as they take my hand
Never to be forgotten
My very first taste was Briarwood green
Drunk on the world barely 18
Thought he was strong he was just mean
Soon he learned his lesson
We slowly walked by Jefferson lake
He reached for my belt so I belted his face
Kept on till I put him back in his place
Buried down by the water
I cleaned myself up got back into town
The Briarwood butcher hollered me down
Said come a calling my wife's not around
Soon he learned his lesson
I followed his footsteps out to the barn
He smiled as he said I won't do you no harm
I picked up his cleaver dropped him in the corn
Feeding the pigs tomorrow
Someday they'll say what kind of daughter
Spends half her life trying to bury her father
A Briarwood boy who never could bother
They never caught her
Sunday communion a prayer and a plea
That son of a preacher could never reach me
I told him no he did not agree
Soon he learned his lesson
He cried for his daddy the deeper I dug
I said this is your body this is you blood
Let God forgive you for the things that you've done
Such a typical man
No Briarwood boy could stand a chance
It's tough to turn down the devil her dance
I took their life as they took my hand
Never to be forgotten
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Stranger, Everett Neal Faulkner
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