Rock Salt And Nails

Intro: On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Way down in the hollow where the water runs cold That's where I first listened to the lies that you told Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face The past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echo's my name Now the nights are so long, and sorrow runs deep And nothing is worse than a night without sleep I'll walk out alone, I look at the sky Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry So if you ladies were blackbirds, if you ladies were thrushes I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshes If you ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails