C F C [Verse 1]C F C On the banks of the river where the willows hang downAm F C And wild birds all warble with a low moaning soundAm F C Way down in the hollow where the water runs coldF C That's where I first listened to the lies that you told [Verse 2]C F C Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet faceAm F C The past I remember time cannot eraseAm F C The letter you wrote me it was written in shameF C And I know that your conscience still echo's my name [Verse 3]C F C Now the nights are so long, and sorrow runs deepAm F C And nothing is worse than a night without sleepAm F C I'll walk out alone, I look at the skyF C Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry [Verse 4]C F C So if you ladies were blackbirds, if you ladies were thrushesAm F C I'd lie there for hours in the cold chilly marshesAm F C If you ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tailsF C I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails
Rock Salt And Nails
Willie Watson,
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