Rock Salt And Nails

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