Chesterfield County

A fictional tale about growing up and trying and failing to do right.

She came from the sand hills
Pretty as a picture
And that girl was so sweet
She tried to save me
By quoting the scripture
I fell in love with her

So I married that girl
In a church on her birthday
In the presence of God
And we built us a cabin
That we could live in
But the living was hard
I didn’t do my part

Chorus:
Cause I’m just a rambler
A rounder, a thief and a gambler
Just a fugitive at large
Hiding out in honky tonks and bars
And love is a posse
That tries to surround me
But I know every honky tonk
In Chesterfield County

Before long she gave up
And decided to join me
In living the wrong way
She started drinking too much
Whiskey made her tough
As Carolina clay
Guess I led her astray

Now she spends all her time
Out at Johnny’s Red Door Lounge
In the company of sin
With one eye on the liquor
That stays beside her
Like a loyal best friend
Well you know how it ends

Bridge:
Lately I’ve been thinking
I should have stopped drinking
A long time ago
She tried to save me
I drove her crazy
And now we both know

Chorus:
That I’m just a rambler
A rounder, a thief and a gambler
Just a fugitive at large
Hiding out in honky tonks and bars
And love is a posse
That tries to surround me
But I know every honky tonk
In Chesterfield County