Rock Salt Nails

D G D On the banks of the river where the willows grow old D Bm G D Where the wild birds all warble with a strange sounding soul D Bm G D On the banks of the river where the water runs cold D A G D Twas there that I first listened to the lies that you told D G D Now I lay here each night, alone and I weep D Bm G D Nothin ain?t worse than a night without sleep D Bm G D The letters you wrote me were written in shame D A G D And I know that your conscience still echoes my name D G D Now if the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes, D Bm G D I'd lay here for hours in the cold rainy marshes, D Bm G D If the ladies were squirrels with them big bushy tails, D A G D I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails D A G D I'd fill up my shotgun with rock, salt and nails Thanks to alan murray for tabs