Rock Salt And Nails

                       G      C                     G 
1.On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
                          Emi                       G 
  and the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
               Emi                         G 
  down in the hollow where the waters run cold
                        C                             G 
  it was there I first listened to the lies that you told.
2.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 echoes my name.
3.Now the night are so long Lord sorrow runs deep
  and nothing is worse than a night without sleep
  I will walk out alone and look at the sky
  too empty to sing too lonesome to cry.
4.If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies wore thrushes
  I did lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
  if the ladies were squirrels with high bushy tails
  I did fill up my gun with rock salt and nails.