Rock Salt And Nails Lyrics

On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
It was there 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, Lord sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
I'll walk out alone and look at the sky
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry
If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshes
If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

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